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Wednesday, August 11, 2004

i'm so pissed, why, why in god's name can't i get a fucking job? someone was hired at the nursing home, i've had my application in there forever, and i haven't been hired. people who have never had a job are getting hired there, yet me, with a really good resume, doesn't. why can't i just get a fucking job when i really need one. my mom is a single parent, that's super hard in and of itself, but now there isn't any child support coming. tim (my real father) is on social securty (i don't know why as the state can't tell us that) so now that is 200 and something dollars a month that my mom isn't getting anymore. that was our car payment. she now has to fork over that money herself somehow. i'm not here to whine, i'm just pissed off and sick of this shit. i'm sick of seeing my mom stressed out about money, living paycheck to paycheck, barely, and other people have it easy street. this has been going on my whole life and for once i wish my mom and i could get a break. my mom works two jobs, putting me, and my needs first, over everything else. i love my mom and really wish that i didn't have to see her so stressed all the time. i need a job b/c my mom can't pay for the things that i need; like school clothes, i don't know how the hell i'll have any unless i get a job really fucking fast. i don't have my license, which would be more than fucking nice, so i have to pick from places that are within walking distance. tomorrow i'm calling big d's take and bake pizza and i hope to fucking buddha that i at least get a fucking interview.

i have that off my chest, thank you.

tomorrow should be good luke and i are spending the day together watching movies (pulp fiction bitches!) and being cool.

shaina loves the jews at;
12:35 PM

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a picture of me.

my name is shaina and i will eat your children.

i eat sultry roasted homo sapien flesh on a daily basis, only to purge it into a rusty bucket in a matter of minutes and feed it to the dogs.

i'm in the pomeranian fur trading business with crack dealers in newark.

i am happy. i am with someone who makes me feel amazing, who i love more than i thought you could love someone. it is fucking awesome. i love my life.

also, i like to laugh. it keeps me from killing people.

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the six degrees of seperation from kevin bacon.
planet brenda.
spitonastranger.
bobby burgess.
buddyhead.
demon baby.
stephanie sparer (has no life).
everything is dumb v3.

if you're going to do drugs get educated and be safe.

eyeball kid.
the heirophant.

i hope my future boyfriend looks like this.

blogger, my love.

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