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briananananana @ 2009-11-10T16:53:00

2009-11-10T21:53:44Z

i am not a monster.
i am just sad.
and a little angry.

briananananana @ 2009-01-23T11:14:00

2009-01-23T16:19:22Z

what am i doing?!

briananananana @ 2008-10-26T14:41:00

2008-10-26T18:41:32Z

i. love. everything.

briananananana @ 2008-10-05T19:44:00

2008-10-05T23:44:32Z

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

briananananana @ 2008-09-16T15:51:00

2008-09-16T19:51:49Z

I CANNOT STAND LIVING WITH MY FAMILY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sometimes my mom is funny.

2008-08-14T13:47:00Z

On the phone:

Me: Yo.

Mom: Yo.

Me: What's up?

Mom: I am needing to take a shit. Bye.

::click::

briananananana @ 2008-08-05T14:20:00

2008-08-05T18:21:39Z

DO YOU KNOW HOW BORING YOU ARE?????????????

briananananana @ 2008-08-04T11:35:00

2008-08-04T15:38:10Z

HOLY CRAP THIS IS GOING TO BE HARD

briananananana @ 2008-06-16T10:36:00

2008-06-16T14:39:36Z

I AM SO HAPPY I COULD DIE.

TAKE THAT, OBSTACLES! BITCHES AINT SHIT.

briananananana @ 2008-05-06T16:43:00

2008-05-06T20:46:45Z

Do you (or someone you know) want a steady $100 a week babysitting gig, potentially into the summer (If it's into the summer it will be more than $100/week)? I have to quit my babysitting job because I just got a job at a law firm. I pick the kids up from school in Park Slope Mondays and Tuesdays, take them to their Dad's house in Greenpoint (sometimes their mom's, in Kensington), and generally leave the house between 6:30 or 7. He pays for 4 hours each day even if you leave early. The kids are pretty great. Help!!

LISTEN TO THE SONG ZOE AND I WROTE

2008-03-31T01:17:32Z

http://www.myspace.com/prannywhat

yeh. but we're called skiffletop.

whatevz.

life suckz besides this and some things.

briananananana @ 2008-02-22T19:14:00

2008-02-23T00:16:09Z

THEY FUCKING SHOT ME DOWN
THOSE BORING PSEUDO HIPSTERS
THAT PLACE GON BURN!!!

briananananana @ 2007-12-03T19:31:00

2007-12-04T00:32:43Z

7 months of abstinence down the drain..

LOVING IT!

it's funny how easily life can be altered.

the best way to end sadness

2007-11-27T00:41:42Z

1) Draw mean and spiteful pictures involving the instigator of evil, and feel only slightly guilty after viewing the masterpiece.
2) Sit outside the tea lounge and upper body dance to various ridiculous songs.
3) Listen to the angriest, most ridiculous rap you can find on your computer.
4) Flirt incessantly with coworkers of ex-coworkers.
5) Sit INSIDE the tea lounge and analyze couples that have met on the internet. Body language, terribly dull conversations, etc.

briananananana @ 2007-11-17T01:21:00

2007-11-17T06:25:51Z

I feel so fucking infinite.

Earlier today, I was sweeping up leaves from the garden of the store, it was a really futile chore, they kept coming (being that it's fall and the wind was blowing). Dancing around with the broom in hand, I felt that it was very symbolic of my problems. As soon as I feel that I've eliminated them all, new ones appear.

But now? After my walk home, I felt infinite. I had to restrain from dancing up the slope to the 7th AVenue train station. One more day of unpleasant work over with, one day closer to all my dreams culminating into the biggest happiness I'll feel. I am about to BURST. I was outside on my porch for a smoke, listening to Yoon Shabnami, and I couldn't help myself. I pranced down the stairs, twirled around on lonely Story Street and FUCKING SANG. I traipsed up and down my street, gazing at the stars and was happy to be alive.

As much as I might complain I have it pretty fucking good. Things can't get worse, right? And I have so much fucking passion..even if something goes wrong in my life, I know I can pick things back up.

briananananana @ 2007-10-11T00:05:00

2007-10-11T04:19:49Z

So does anyone here know of a way to get a student loan without a credit check or cosigner? Because I don't have credit...but I need a loan. And my parents won't sign.

briananananana @ 2007-09-17T16:49:00

2007-09-17T20:51:38Z

DONT BUY ANYTHING FROM DELICES DE PARIS BAKERY OR ZANA BAKERY (NEXT TO SMILING PIZZA)

THE ESTABLISHMENTS ARE CRAWLING WITH VERMIN
THE FOOD IS PROBABLY OLD (with the exception of croissants and the pastries or breads that are delivered to us)
YOU MAY GET SICK
THEY WERE CLOSED FOR 4 MONTHS DUE TO HEALTH VIOLATIONS
AND THE OWNER IS A FUCKING NUTCASE THAT DOES NOT PAY HER EMPLOYEES REGULARLY

briananananana @ 2007-08-02T12:34:00

2007-08-02T16:44:57Z

Like a movie.

So much fucking fun.

briananananana @ 2007-07-29T18:09:00

2007-07-29T22:20:01Z

My great grandparents were Freemasons.

Hahahahahahahhaahahahah...

stuff i want to buy.

2007-07-29T04:09:47Z

Because I am an INCREDIBLY bored soul, I'm posting everything I want from Forever 21! Wooooohoooo!!

I'm very iffy about this one. It's one of my favourite styles, and my favourite combination of colours. I am just getting this feeling like it is a tad loud. Opinions?

A couple are strictly for clubbing purposes during my return visit to Toronto. Damn. I cannot wait.

briananananana @ 2007-07-27T23:05:00

2007-07-28T03:19:16Z

Went blonde. Ish. It's funny how I always fucking get the hairdressers that don't want to comply to my wishes. Apparently I'd disappear if I went as blonde as I wanted. Now I'm gettng jokes from my coworkers that I look like an old lady. Cruella DeVille. "Granny". Whatevz.

One of my bosses was just arrested for assault and battery. He's a raging alcoholic and always drinks on the job. I guess that he's not the best influence for us workers, who drink with him. He apparently assaulted his wife. He's in rehab now, which is good. His wife is gonna drop the charges, and he's going to get his job back. He's just like half the locals here, wasting away upon booze and drugs. It's kind of sad, but I guess there is not much to do on the Cape.

Cricket-Lobster Pool party at the Allen's next week. Drinking session #2 of the entire summer. Woohoo.

This place is already getting to me.

briananananana @ 2007-07-22T21:05:00

2007-07-23T01:16:24Z

My wrist band is gone. I have no idea how I lost it, where it might have fallen off. When. I just had a fucking panic attack. I Was feeling for it on my wrist and when it wasn't there I seized up and searched my arm frantically. I can't let go of any fucking remnant of the past.

briananananana @ 2007-07-21T22:37:00

2007-07-22T02:57:02Z

I am so confused. I feel like I might be on the right track with myself, but there's just...a whole lot of nothing. Too many possibilities. And while I want to explore them, i'm so fucking scared. What if I'm making the wrong choices? I'm not sure if I can stand it. My mind is constantly flitting from goal to goal, dream to dream. I don't even know what I want anymore. But there is a part of me that still thinks I can succeed in Toronto. Who the fuck knows.

I just sent an email to my registrar, explaining my situation, and that I would like to take a year off. I'm not sure if a student on academic probation can do such a thing. I really hope so. Because I feel so at home in Toronto. I just really need to be sure that I know what I'm doing. I just feel so overwhelemed.

SDGADHhj.

briananananana @ 2007-07-19T23:57:00

2007-07-20T04:08:50Z

Some stupid writer chick completely misquoted me on some blog article she did when I went to see Borat for free. Apparently i say shit like "blacks". Ahahahaa. Them blacks. What the fuck? Also, Desmond was apparently my roommate? I love inventive journalism.

briananananana @ 2007-07-19T01:12:00

2007-07-19T05:25:52Z

I fucking hate bitches. Seriously. Apparently this girl from my residence has been telling people that I'm a huge slut, and that I had sex with nearly 40 guys last year. What the fuck? I'd be pregnant or dead. Or syphilis stricken. Don't people have better things to talk about? I'm not even there, they are partying it up for the summer and yet SOMEHOW, I come into the conversation. It's really pathetic. Thing is, people believe that shit. Surprisingly. Most of my friends there are guys, so I guess it could appear to be something a bit more than that, but it's not like I'm super flirtatious with my guy friends. Ugh. It's making me a little antsy about going back, just because I know that they've been talking about me. But my real friends know that shit isn't true. I guess that makes it a little better.