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    dotsJournal: dots
    Mood: Frustrated, but smiling anyways.

    So, everything was deleted. And sure, I am pretty upset about it. But, there isn't much I can do right. I managed to recover about three of them. But it's really nothing compared to what I lost. There isn't really a way to replace them. Considering, I didn't do anything to whoever deleted them. I digress, it doesn't matter. I can always write something else, right? Exactly. I rather smile. As much as I would like to think at getting back at this person, there isn't much point. Even if I had the means to, I still wouldn't. It wouldn't replace the words. It probably wouldn't even make me feel any better. I just need to put up, and take something positive from the situation right?

    ...Created 2009-09-12 18:30:40

    dotsJournal: dots
    Mood: The Usual

    This sucks like a hoover.

    College in two days. Egads Brain.

    ...Created 2009-09-06 03:57:42

    dotsJournal: Working it outdots
    Mood: The Usual

    I met my sisters boyfriend last night, in a manner of speaking. She invited me to an online conversation. I meet him for real tomorrow night. I'm looking forward to it. He seems nice enough, and she really likes him. The only bad thing I have to say about him, is that he is easily impressed. That doesn't bode well with me. You should have to work at impressing people. He was impressed because I used the word "Reciprocate" Which leads me to believe he thinks children stupid? I'm not sure about him yet. But I must try to like him, for my sisters sake, as well as my nephews. As long as my little boy doesn't get too attached to this man, and then the man leaves. He's had alot of that in the past four years. Poor little tyke.

    ...Created 2007-07-27 13:22:48

    dotsJournal: Last nightdots
    Mood: Tired

    The new one. New submission or whatever. It's just a rant. There's nothing actually well written about it. Just something I do randomly. I work in two hours. I would rather sleep. It seems much more attractive lately. I sleep alot, because it's just by far, much better then being awake, save for those few times when I get to be around or talk or hang out or escape with those people who I love or like. Work is making me angry. I don't get a day off this week, everyone else gets two. I shouldn't be so nice (pushover) when it comes to work. But I know what it's like to not have enough people working, so I work so it won't happen to anyone else. Plus the pay check is great. Seven hundred on the last. Enough for the five hundred in the savings for when I'm older, and the two hundred for anime. Silly me and anime. It's fun.

    I've started Rping again, alot. It's nice to escape back into being someone other than me. New lives, new apperances. It's all crisp.


    ...Created 2007-07-25 12:12:55

    dotsJournal: Jaquelinedots
    Mood: Starting off-ish

    My Eliteskills blog.

    I never was much use when it came to blogs. Am I writing to myself -or- to everyone else? I am sure it doesn't matter...SO! Like any other inane written record of mine, I shall name my inane written record...As...Jaqueline.
    Dear Jaqueline,
    Poetry is difficult when you don't have a natural talent for words. But I suspect it would be even more difficult for those who do, as we expect more of those naturals, then we do of those who blunder through it.
    I categorize myself as a partial-pseudo-poorly-passing-as-passible-poet. (That is what we call an illeteration)...(Purple-pillow-picker)
    You see Jaqueline, I write little goodies for myself. But thats it. They are just tidbits, they have no beginning, no end. No Identity.

    For Example(s):

    Instant gratification
    Gradual self mutilation
    Inducedby guilt
    With your subtle destruction
    Within your own jurisdiction

    Oh, And the combination
    Or persperation
    A form of condensation,
    Born from...Simpering conversation,
    Nervousness is percolating.
    Aren't I just a bucket full of happy-ness? I really am.
    I have an annoying habit of asking my inane written records how they are. Like they would answer. Although they are my confidants, they don't talk back. It's nice.

    I never claimed Sanity,

    ...Created 2007-06-16 00:28:52

    Be kind, take a few minutes to review the hard work of others <3
    It means a lot to them, as it does to you.




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