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one day, i - i - i slowly floated away [ March 20th, 2024 13:01 ] ((substantial entries are locked)) i post some things at epinettes, here i write complete nonsense. i enjoy new friends {comment}, but i can be a bit selective. also;; i haven't been on lj too much lately. {2} is the loneliest number.

terminus [ December 17th, 2021 15:18 ] [ music | beirut ; nantes ] remain anonymous if you wish. i like strangers. {53} is the loneliest number.

dillpill [ June 25th, 2008 1:40 ] une semaine, la semaine = trois mois pour mon corps. fait royalement chier. {2} is the loneliest number.

deer in the headlights [ June 20th, 2008 20:28 ] [ music | françois pérusse - le soleil lololololol ] last day of secondary school, first day of summer; perfect day to get hit by car, corner Saint-Laurent &Sherbrooke. i was crossing the street, he was turning, i saw his face, i saw the car the car under me, i stumbled unto the ground. he said the sun was in the way. he was cute. luckily it's Main Madness so there were tons of security guards and police officers around so we didn't have to wait. everyone was destabilized because i kept on smiling and then called my sister saying, "so i guess i have to tell somebody first, i chose you instead of mom. i was just hit by a car. (WHAT) oh i'm okay btw" lalala i'm hilarious like that. i'm really okay, my knee's just a bit swollen, my favourite flats scratched :( as well as my handbag, but i was going to buy another one anyway. i think it's amazing how some things don't really affect me. i think it's really funny that this week i was wondering who i'd call if i ended up in a hospital bed (but that shouldn't happen anytime soon), that under a minute before crossing the street i saw the cops walking in front of me and that just as i asked what language the guy who hit me spoke (turkish), dozens of cars bearing the turkish flag passed by because of that Euro thing. i like saying "j'me suis fait frapper par un char", but i guess i won't when i'll have to tell my mother later on tonight. going to nurture that poor knee with butter chicken, watching Paris je t'aime. {22} is the loneliest number.

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