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Saturday, November 22, 2008

Emily Rose

Ok, this is my third post in 24 hours. 

The rate of my time spent well: not good. 

Well, it's my birthday in about, an hour and 15 minutes. I 'spose it's the one day of the year where it makes you actually feel worthy of something, although, it makes you realise that every day of the year is special for a whole lot of people, so it makes you feel worthless again after a while. 

[oh right, i'm watching a horror movie {a birthday gift from a "nice" someone} at the moment, and the only thing that keeps me from going insane is by not hearing the sounds (a down side that comes with the love of music), so I guess typing masks everything better.]

Anyway, my birthday was going to pretty shoddy, but it probably won't be anymore. Will blog about it tomorrow, yes? 

Alright, good night now.  

Love from,
Vivien. 

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i am

vivien, and i ask you to convince me of otherwise.

i'd like to be

a musician
a scientist
a thinker
a photographer
a time traveler
under the sea,
in an octopus' garden
in the shade.

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