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Oh yeah and I asked russ about whether or not his family are big on Christmas... I forgot they're Jewish. Lmao. So Xmas with my fam it is hahaha |
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Nailed it, suckas!! I'm now a Stylist for Manic Panic at Kaos!!! I was really surprised at the quality of the product. I bought some, got some free, and played with the rest for a good while and want a lot of it. I can sell makeup I like and I like this so I'm set. ^_^ doing sheilas and rachels faces tomorrow, then maria next weekend. Then the in laws next month. I'm so stoked. |
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My sponsor is bad ass. Aside from being the perfect sponsor for my recovery, she's also just bad ass. She hooked me up with a lady who owns a goth/punk store doing makeup demos and promotion for her Manic Panic line. My sponsor really sold me LOL. I don't really know the Manic Panic brand, but I do have a few of their shadows and they rock. I hope I can pull this off. I'm not very good at doing other peoples faces, but usually I hear that I make everyone look like me, which is what she's asking for, so maybe it'll be ok LOL. I'm gonna start practicing on my friends like asap. I'm sooooo excited ^_^ |
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Oh and now the radio plays Wanna Be Startin Something. That's just cruel. |
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Michael Jackson is absolutely, totally, completely NOT ALLOWED to be dead. I love him and I need him on earth with me. Crying at work is really inappropriate. I've got to pull it together. |
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New kids on the block tonight. Don't hate. |
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motherfucking New Kids On The Block are playing in Fresno next month!!! Tickets go on sale Saturday and I am sooo there! |
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so still no internet. soon though i hope. i cant get to livejournal on my new phone, so ive been mostly myspacing...lame..ill be back though..one day haha. |
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I just left rosamond. I went down to visit brandon's family. It seems like that should be weird, but it wasn't. I wish i'd gone down before now. They're wonderful people. I'm really glad i went. meeting today and then i have to clean out my car so i can stuff all my crap in there tomorrow. by this time tomorrow i will be a resident of fresno Yay! |
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Who really gets their identity stolen? Like really? Wtf. So i filed my taxes and was looking forward to tattoo and moving money. I called the hotline and it said i would receive my refund by the 22nd. so i called again today since it still isn't here. of course there's a problem. so finally i find out someone filed a tax return in my name in 2005 claiming some kids and the earned income credit. turns out the eic is bunk and has to be repaid. fine. EXCEPT THIS SHIT IS IN MY NAME AND I'VE NEVER FILED A TAX RETURN BEFORE THIS YEAR! So the irs thinks i owe them money. and now i have to call 161342 different agencies to get it fixed. and it starts with the police report and they just told me they'd "get back to me...probably by the end of the week." Omg Wtf! this is absolutely crazy. |
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so i got this comment in my last public entry: SATANIC ILLUSION WAS BASIS OF ALCOHOLICS ANONYMOUS Satan, whom God had created the most beautiful and intelligent angel of all the angels was named Lucifer - "the shining one," until he rebelled against God, wishing to be God and to receive the worship that is due only to God. After he rebelled and was thrown to earth from heaven, the Bible says, God renamed him Satan, which means the "deceiver" and the "adversary." Because "Bill Wilson had rejected the concept of a personal Creator God and because the thought of the existence of a God to whom he was accountable was completely repugnant to him, when he cried out in desperation because of his alcoholism, it was not to the one true God, but to any "higher power" who might exist, not to the God who has revealed Himself to man in His Holy Word, and this was an invitation with which Satan was delighted to comply. Satan immediately rewarded Wilson with an incredible occultic "experience." In Wilson's own words, "Suddenly the room lit up with a great "white light." I was caught up into an ecstasy which there are no words to describe. It seemed to me, in the mind's eye, that I was on a mountain and that a wind not of air but of spirit was blowing. And then it burst upon me that I was a free man. Slowly the ecstasy subsided. I lay on the bed, but now for a time I was in another world, a new world of consciousness. All about me and through me there was a wonderful feeling of Presence..." and because of that experience, Alcoholics Anonymous was founded so that others could share in Bill Wilson's experience. I, CLONNIE, AM THE LIVING FOUNDATION STONE OF THE CHURCH. My response: y'know..its very RUDE to go through someone's personal journal to denounce what's saving their life. what the fuck does it matter to you how i make my life better? "religion" did not relieve me of my alcoholism. coming to meet with god did. Alcoholics Anonymous brought me to seek god. bill w did believe in god and did cry out to him. he chose to use the term "higher power" so as not to offend people like me who would run from the word god, as i did before i found him and got sober. and i dont believe god is sitting up there in heaven sending people to Hell because of the religion they chose to worship him with. "Nope, not you..you didn't do it right! Eternal damnation for you!!" i dont think so. i think all god cares about is that we *do* worship and do our best to be like him. and don't you think that holding yourself up as a god is a little blasphemous? YOU are the LIVING FOUNDATION STONE OF THE CHURCH??? really now....humility much? edit// she replied with this: Dearest Erika, But I am afraid that as the serpent deceived Eve by his cunning, your thoughts will be led astray from a sincere and pure devotion to Christ. (2 Corinthians 11:3). Do you love me, Erika? I, CLONNIE, AM THE HOLY ONE OF GOD. My response: God wants spiritual fruit; not religious nuts. |
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The funeral was monday. I felt really disconnected during most of it. All his family that was never around except to tell him what a loser he was or tell him he "looked like a faggot". his sister only talking about herself. stereotypical funeral songs. nothing that said "MOO" to me. except one photo of him chugging a gallon of milk when he was like 8. he chugged milk like no other haha. i just couldn't make myself believe that it was his body in the casket. we saw nick, the last link to our foursome and it started sinking in. we went to the burial and he was one of the pallbearers. one guy almost dropped the casket and a flower arrangement toppled over and i looked around really believing that moo was about to jump out of the casket and in streaking through the cematary screaming "SIKE!" he didn't. them they played knocking on heaven's door by guns n roses and i lost it. i fukn lost my shit. it was so moo. it all hit me. i'm standing there heaving and shaking and sobbing. after the song was over they released some doves. we sat with nick after it was all over. we started telling stories. we're laughing like madpeople sitting next to his coffin. and it was exactly how he'd want it. so we stole nick and He's spent the last two days with us. It's exactly like it used to be. except no one's drunk or high. and moo isn't flying in the door screaming obscenities. i love having mazzy here. She's my favorite person ever. i love her so much. i've decided what my tattoo's going to be..a cow grazing under the Tree of Life. |
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So i toughed out the noise. But when drunk ass cocksuckers start doing donuts and swerving their cars around in the street hitting cars next to my fucking car, i'm calling the cops. and i will go out and get license plate numbers. and then i will get fucking broke ass hoodrats with falling out tracks threatening to "beat my white ass" and GIANT black men coming at me with baseball bats. and when the cops get here, said out-of-work prostitutes will apologize and ask my neighbor and i not to tell the cops what happened, to which i will refuse to agree. and when the cops fucking leave without arresting anyone, or even talking to us separately so we can speak without fear of retaliation, i will sit here and listen to how they are going to exact their revenge on me while i write a journal entry on my phone. i'm fucking moving. or they are, one or the other. |
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oh and i just registered for college. im gonna take the public services dispatcher certification course so i can be a dispatcher. |
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And acceptance is the answer to all my problems today. When i am disturbed, it is because i find some person, place, thing or situation - some fact of my life - unacceptable to me, and i can find no serenity until i accept that person, place, thing or situation as being exactly the way it is supposed to be at this moment. Nothing, absolutely nothing happens in God's world by mistake. Until i could accept my alcoholism, i could not stay sober; unless i accept life completely on life's terms, i cannot be happy. i need to concentrate not so much on what needs to be changed in the world as on what needs to be changed in me and my attitudes. pg. 417
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