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Name: Taylor
Birthday: 10/7/1989
Gender: Female
Interests: Side walk chalk, bare feet, bike rides, books, Cadillacs, pictures, stories and caramel hot chocolate.
Expertise: I can stick both feet in my mouth at the same time, I drive my 88 Cadillac around like a sports car, I speed, I write a lot. When it's nice outside you'll usually finally me in a tree either with a book, or with Heather, and I've gotten pretty good in doing without shoes. I'm really good at being billed by Purdue University for fees I've already paid off, or don't owe until six months after I'm out of school. And I've recently acquired a talent for making pizza at the campus Domino's.
Occupation: I'm told it's eye candy
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AIM:  indistinctmaybe
Yahoo:  maeberry2007
Member Since:
12/17/2004
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| Remember, remember the fifth of November
The Gunpowder Treason and plot
I see of no reason why the Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot
I think now, if any time, would be appropriate to remember the man bold enough to stand up to the British government. Learn a lesson from an old story and see then where it can applied today.
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| When you push yourself to the very brink of your existence
When you make the fabric of the everyday pulse and flex
When you create change
When you find love
Life. grows.
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| I had a dream we were in Florida. I had a dream we were married. We had a nice neighbor and a crazy neighbor who made a habit of nurturing the nice neighbors Jesus tree. It wasn't very big. I was unpacking, and we were happy. We were alone, far away from everybody that we couldn't be sure if they liked us or cared about us.
There is one major reason I'm looking forward to moving. Distance is always the clinching proof of who truly loves you and who doesn't. Although this is not an easily accomplished task, if you were to move a thousand miles away from home, you would know who loves you by who sends you letters and who calls.
Ask Heather, she agrees with me.
I'm looking forward to the Gulf of Mexico too... and the sun room... and the fireplace... and other perks that Newlyweds get to enjoy shamelessly. I'm so going to walk around in my underwear. You don't even know how fun it is until you try it.
P.S. I'm getting married in 202 days.
Yea-yuh
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| Kay.... anger has subsided. I'm still annoyed, but then I found all of her old school photos and felt better. Compared to some of those, I never took a bad picture.
We have thus far looked through one plastic tote (one of those thin ones), a shoebox, and a regular sized moving box of photographs. professional photos and school photos aside, there are 8 pictures of me... total. Anyone else beginning to see why I think my parents don't like me as much as Kim? My mom said "see there's lot's of pictures of you." but for every one she handed me, Kim, Krystal, and Kellie had school or sports photo match. Not to mention the prom pictures Kim and Kellie had and the professional photos Kim took with Brandon. Sure mom... if you'd like to think so. The youngest gets spoiled my ass. I don't know why I'm feeling so outrageously angsty.
I know why I can't bring this up to anyone. Because Kim will say "well mom let you get away with a lot more things than we did!" Great, mother didn't care about my well-being as much as yours. Kellie will say "well mom loves you more than me!" which I wouldn't argue with. Not because I agree but because I truly have no idea. Krystal would agree with me to make me feel better and then tell Kim what I said who would call me and condescendingly tell me she wasn't TRYING to upset me. After all I am getting too. Mom would say "You're getting married too, and Kim is just older, that's all."
I want to not ... be here...
I'm frustrated. Because I'm hurt, and I'm angry and I'm upset and nothing sucks more than being that way and feeling like your legitimate reasons for feelings that way aren't actually legitimate reasons.
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| I would love to take my sisters overpriced jewelry from her last fiancee and strangle her with it.
You know, I wouldn't care so much about her getting engaged if not for a few things: 1.) She's been engaged before and she JUST told me she wasn't ready to get married just yet. 2.) My mom never spends time with me unless she needs my help with something, she's making me do something I don't want to, or she has to. 3.) I don't give a damn if her boyfriend is filthy rich, thanks for stomping all over my wedding bitch with your news about how much bigger and more expensive your ring is compared to mine. 4.) Not only does she have to get engaged while I'm getting married, she had to get married in October too. Fascinating, again, thanks bitch for taking my birthday from me. 5.) She gets a fucking four year free ride to a goddamn private Christian school and because of her I'm stuck working my way part time through fucking community colleges.
Dear Kim, I hate you.
Really, I hate this. I'm an attention whore I know. My mom is awesome I know. But mom doesn't realize all she does is complain about Kellie brag about Kim and Krystal and ignore me. What the hell am I to her anyway?
And it sucks because I can't even tell her this because I'll feel like shit because it'll probably make her feel like shit and even if it doesn't the only other thing that will happen will be her being condescending telling me I'm being immature and Kim is older and I'll get stuff later. LATER? There isn't going to BE a later mom! Pay attention! You don't get to give me anything later because I'm fucking moving halfway across the damn country in seven months.
I help her at work anywhere from one to three days a week sorting parts, I was the one kept initiating getting the wood cut and chopped, I helped set up the wood burning stove, I was the one who kept the garden neat, the vegetables picked and the goddamn green beans and peppers vacuum sealed and frozen, I was the one who worked my way through Purdue, through Ivy Tech, who paid my OWN rent and paid for my OWN gas and didn't keep begging you for money for a year. And now what do I get? My mom bitching at me to get a job to pay for gas, tell me I can't take more than three classes at this shitty excuse for a college, say "well you're getting married too." FUCK THAT. I was the LAST ONE who wanted to get married, yeah, I do and I am but does no one in this family have any goddamn idea how much I valued my education? Do they not understand how badly I wanted to go to school?
I'm going to blow off steam... by counting books.
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