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Tuesday, September 27, 2005

200th blog post, but this isn't b/c a long time ago, i deleted like 100 posts.

i just changed the layout a little i needed something new to look at.

when i listen to antichrist superstar, it reminds me of being high. i get this weird sensation in me and i get flashes of different spots i was in getting high and listening to it. mostly in a car, that my favorite way to get high is in a car. i remember last fall the leaves where gorgeous shades of red, gold, and orange and i was in megan’s brother’s car getting high and listening to the beatles. it was amazing. it was a perfect moment.

this morning a.k.a. two in the afternoon, my mom came back from her friend’s house and i little while later we hear a knock on the door. weird. it’s my grams, my mom didn’t answer her phone after she called many times and was worried something happened to us. my mom’s battery just went dead, but my grams drove for over and hour to see if we were ok. it was really weird. my mom and i kept giving each other looks, knowing exactly what the other was thinking.

next week i’m going to my grams house for a week or so; i’m excited b/c then i can see my uncle and i love him lots and don’t get to see him much. watch out for pictures after next week.

HOLY HANNAH! 14 more days until NINE INCH NAILS! hellz motherfuckin yes! this also means getting my hair dyed. i think i’m going to go black b/c i look good with black hair and i’m going to bleach a part of it. excited i am.

i went to bed at 3am last night. i was awake for 20 hours... holy christ.

i am boring.

shaina loves the jews at;
7:48 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.

my blogger profile
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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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