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new home! [31 Dec 2005|03:07am]
oh_mabel has been around for a long time.

& i felt like something new.

& so i introduce to you: tomatoheart !!

tomatoheart because there are no effing names left. and if you picture a big fat red tomato where your heart should be, it's kind of funny.

xoxo. goodbye, mabel.
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[29 Dec 2005|07:21pm]
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[28 Dec 2005|08:34pm]
christmas was lovely. and now i have a moment to breathe. an evening all to myself. this is bliss.

i am thinking of starting a new journal. something about the new year, i think. it makes me want change.

i am fairly positive that i have something called candida, which essentially means i have an intolerance to everything. except apples and pears and rice.

the things i love the very most have turned against me. oh cheese, oh beer. oh bread, wine, and candy.

but if i can take away all the arthritis and bad girly pains and tummy bloating and dizziness and lethargy... by giving up these things... perhaps it's worth it.
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my house. [28 Dec 2005|08:00pm]

i opened your door without ringing the bellCollapse )
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my big face on christmas. [27 Dec 2005|02:24pm]
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[24 Dec 2005|10:53pm]
christmas eeeeeeeve. my belly is full & i am in pajamas. my tree is beautiful and my family is here.

tomorrow will be the most hectic day, with about six hours of driving, back&forth, back&forth. two turkey dinners and lots of chaos.

lovely chaos.

so MERRY CHRISTMAS, everyone. xxo.
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[21 Dec 2005|11:43pm]
as i sit here in a hoodie that is 6 sizes too big and that is marked with a university that i never attended, with a messy apartment and no clean towels, with an empty fridge and a long to do list, it seems so very strange that it will be christmas in just 4 short days. my apartment will be clean, my fridge and linen closet stocked, gifts will be wrapped and under the tree. my family will be here and turkey will be cooking and i will sleep in every day for a solid week.

i fear that my legs might fall off at any given moment. i sleep with heating pads to help ease the pain and i worry about the idea that your twenties are supposed to be your 'prime'.

but, that said, my headaches are gone. and that is a good thing.

when children are screaming and running around like mad and tattling on each other and throwing their lunches on the floor, it's hard not to shudder when you hear yet another 'kaaaaaaate....'. and then you clench your teeth and say 'yes?' and a darling little boy says, quite out of nowhere, 'my dog REALLY likes salami !!'

i gave him the biggest hug i had.
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[18 Dec 2005|08:27pm]
happiness is a big bowl of air-popped popcorn, diet coke, and a 'what not to wear' marathon.

thank you, tlc.
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[18 Dec 2005|01:44am]
despite the fact that it is almost two o'clock in the morning, and despite the fact that my eyes are burning a little from staring at this computer screen for the last oh, four hours, beenie man is still making me want to dance around my living room like a fool. i wish that dance clubs weren't full of lameo's so that i could go and have absolute fun. unfortunately, there is always a moment when i catch something - something - that makes me want to barf and makes me hate humans a little. the groping. the staring. i'm not quite sure. maybe i'm getting old. or maybe i just need more drinks. either way, i am looking forward very much to my darling mandonna coming back to me so we can dance like never before. we will dance so madly that we will not even notice there are others on the floor.

i should really go to bed.
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[15 Dec 2005|06:43pm]
go to your calendar, find the first entry for each month of 2005, and post the first sentence of it in your journal.

january i haven't shown my face in a while.
february i don't mean to be so distant, really.
march my eyeballs are burning.
april i turned twenty-three and wore a new green shirt and drank a bizarre combination of martinis and beer at my new favorite bar where the walls are made of brick and there are no flashing beer signs, but only nice art and it is all lit by candles and you sit on couches and seats removed from old cars and my phone rang off the hook and i felt a lot of love.
may something so unbelievably unbelievable happened that i wasn't sure i could even share it in here.
junei think it is unbelievably awesome that there is now an eight year old boy wandering around singing songs by the decemberists, tegan and sara, the shins and such.
july why doesn't target ship to canada?
august when i packed my bag to go to lisa's for the night on friday, i didn't realise it would turn into a four day adventure, but so it did.
september one week until i lose computer and cd burning access.
october i spent a night in the country dancing in a driveway, having bicycle races and eating corn on the cob.
november dear self, stop eating halloween candy. just stop.
december oh, my head.

stolen from twelve45
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