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Subject:Happy Holidayz!!!11
Time:06:58 pm
Hey, everyone. As usual, during the holidays my computer access will be twice as limited, oh gawd!

So I just thought I'd say happy holidays and Merry Christmas and whatnot.

Have fun and be safe, everyone!

~Ciao for now :3

P.S. - Yay presentz!!!! X3
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Subject:It's Over
Time:01:44 am
Again, this is something between people I know IRL, so if it doesn't make any sense, ignore it, ne?

Ladies, it's over. I'm calling it off 'cuase he's posting every minute like it's a chat or something and because I believe all that's been said is all that's needed and we are only repeating ourselves. I hope he's learned at least a little something of this, but judging by his responses, I'd venture a no.

I've logged all the responses I could before he deleted them and I'll be organizing the file and posting it later. The ones he did delete I'll be writing as best I can and adding a little color to each one, since he was stupid enough to delete them in the first place.

I'll probably be going friends only after this, and will discuss Scruffy's stupidity later if I feel like it. One doesn't usually ponder the opinions of ants, after all.
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Subject:All Hands on Deck
Time:05:40 pm
Anybody who doesn't know what's going on, just ignore all this shite, ne?

Okay, friends and family, I give permission. No holding back, no beating around the bush.

Go to my last post (sailor moon quiz) and let 'im have it. Go. Fly off the handle. Let loose.

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Subject:See, Told You I'm Sailor Moon
Time:02:19 pm
a quiz result:

Take the "You're Senshi Who" Quiz at Wishing Moon.


Subject:Neeeeeeeeed Suuuuugaaaaarrr....
Time:12:12 pm
Finals should be illegal. The end. **passes out**
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Subject:Nobody's Perfect: Epilogue
Time:11:36 am
Hey everyone, just wanted to let you know that it worked out fine. I left the girl a note because she wasn't there, and she talked to me later. She said "I got your note. That was sweet, you didn't have to do that!" And then she invited me to hang out. Her name's Sabrina, btw (so I don't have to keep referring to her as "her" and junk.)

So yeah, it's fine. I just gotta learn to forgive myself for even the small things.

In other news, I got a nice little bundle of Sailor Moon items ALL FOR $11 DOLLARS, INCLUDING SHIPPING!!! It rocks so much I can't stand it.

I got (all used items, btw):

    TWO Sailor Moon patches, that are SO going on my red, cordurouy jacket (which I am decorating with as much flair as I can find.)
    A Sailor Moon R portfolio with awesome character pics upon it.
    An American Sailor Moon stationary set/folder with printed pages as well.
    And an adorable Chibimoon and Artemis bag: it is awesome, being cylindrical with a zipper on the side and a free outer senshi keychain on the zipper. I put my colored pencils in it happily.

Maybe I'll get one of the advertising LJ accounts so I can upload pictures.

Also, Luce, your photobucket pics of whatever wierd critter you found aren't working and I desparately want to see it!
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Subject:To Tieran
Time:10:26 am
This is the response to her journal questionaire thing she posted. She put up these questions and said that if I commented she'd answer them, then I'm supposed to do them back, in my LJ, I think that's how it goes...

1. You like to dress summat punk! (summat=somewhat in Southern)
2. I challenge you to complete one of your stories! (or at least get past chapter ten or so:)
3. Various tones of soft brown and tan.
4. I like how you're always there for those who need you.
5. I think it was when we were all talking one morning at school. It's hard to remember.
6. A deer with long winter coat.
7. ...Why don't you set out into the world, or at least got to college to get away from your parents? Why can't you be free...

Here were the instructions she gave. I guess I'll go ahead and do them for my friends and fam and whatnot. So yeah, it's like, leave your name/alias or whatever in a comment and I'll do this thingy for you in a reply. It's fun!

If you comment and leave your name/alias:

1. I'll respond with something random about you
2. I'll challenge you to try something
3. I'll pick a color that associates with you
4. I'll tell you something I like about you
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of
7. I'll ask you something I've always wanted to ask you
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on yours (And by must I mean, if you feel like it.)
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Subject:Nobody's Perfect
Time:02:16 pm
Last night I got pretty drunk just after work. I knew better. I knew my stomach was empty and that I was drinking a heavy drink poured by Tom, who was well in the sauce. I knew better.

Nothing really bad happened that I can remember...But the next thing I knew Tom was giving me this big speech about how I was mean to the resident rich-girl-slut-pothead (she's not really a slut, just looks like one.) The reason I feel bad is because although I'm insanely jealous of her buckets of money, I really like her pretty well. She's been better this semester and didn't deserve what Tom says I said.

I wrote her a note and I'm gonna put it under her door ('cause she's at work) and then I hope that will be okay until I can apologize in person.

I just feel so damned bad. And then I admitted to Tom while I was drunk that any small mistake I make I must "atone" for and other such things important to me, albeit wrong, in my head and now I'm afraid he'll think I'm a crazy bitch like his last girlfriend. I KNOW he doesn't feel that way, but I just, I guess, well I just wanna do my best.

Anyway, I can only stew on it until I feel better. I don't know how to fix that, and never have. Don't know what to do about making something right. Don't know what to do with my feelings of guilt and I don't know how to forgive myself.

I feel like a perfect heel. But then, nobody's perfect.
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Subject:Those Who...
Time:04:00 pm
Perhaps there are some people on Earth who aren't aware that persistence is not always appreciated or called for. Perhaps I need to make myself more clear.

My recent musings and events as of late have brought me to realize a few things, if not just remembering statements that I've made before:

Those who are truly sorry for something, do not repeat the offense.

Those who are drunk and type hurtful, stupid things should not type while drunk.

Those who do the above repeatedly, in conjunction with the first "Those who..." statement, are not truly remorseful, and I shan't forgive the action for the 14th time. I should not have forgiven it the first 13.

Should you wonder if it is unethical to stop the forgiving process, that's not really what I'm doing. For I say that those who are forgiven most easily and repeatedly for horrible acts shall repeat them continuously. Spare the rod...

Those who refuse to let the iron cool before touching it will be burned.

Those who have been threatened with a restraining order twice deserve to be called Stalker.

Those who insist on trying to contact me when I command it not to be risk this court order again.

I will not tell you a second time.
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Subject:A Decent Stalker Convo: Epilogue
Time:10:16 am
This entry is directed almost entirely towards My Stalker.

You know what, asshole? You really piss me off. You need to pull that fuckin' ugly stick outta your ass before I pull it out for you and beat the ever lovin' shit out of you. If you got somethin' ta say then say it, but try to remember who you're talking to. My name is Tabitha, and I am BETTER THAN YOU.

In fact, I'm better than ALL the people who ever gave me stupid problems without reason. I'm BETTER THAN ALL YOU ASSHOLES and I wash my hands of you. I am free of your stupidity, and shall remain so evermore.

You know why I'm better than you? Because I not only realize that there are other people on this planet, but have the decency to respect the FACT that they have feelings as well and that everything does not revolve around me. Sometimes I wish I could be king of the world too, but I just have too much self-respect.

For a long time now I haven't felt like calling you Stalker, without a sufficient substitution for your name and with the fuckfaced way you messaged me on AIM, this is what you're getting. Did you know we all call you this behind your back? That if we don't call you Scruffy we call you my Stalker? Well? Did you know that?

Now, as for the posting, TRY TO REMEMBER THAT I DO NOT GET ONLINE BUT ONCE IN A BLUE MOON. It took me five days to learn that capital letters equals shouting. Seven to learn that Sailor Moon was on the internet. And no less than 16 days did it take to learn that not everyone online is your friend. So it should come as no surprise that I DIDN'T THINK TO ASK PERMISSION BEFORE POSTING SOMEONE'S AIM NAME. If I could remember all the net nuances all the time then I'd call myself God and sit on a throne made entirely of gold and silver, AND I'D HAVE YOU BUILD IT FOR ME PIECE BY PIECE.

So you don't want to be friends? So you don't want to talk to me for a while? WELL THANK THE EVER-BLESSED LORD!!! Does that at all sound familiar to anyone else? Hmmmm, lemme think....OH YEAH! That's just what I wanted! I said to you that I didn't want to be friends anymore. I said to you that I didn't want to talk anymore. In fact, in addition to the recent event, I have said this four other times in my life. To think that it has finally come true, I am at a loss.

I've got one piece of advice for you, and grudgingly casting my pearls before swine at that. Learn to live like you are dying. Go outside. BREATH FRESH FUCKIN' AIR. Go fishing. Kick a soccer ball around. Stop rotting in your little nest. It's almost the most pathetic thing I've ever seen. I've never seen someone sit on his ass and go to college for nigh on six years. Learn to build model airplanes. Learn how to fix your car. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, DO SOMETHING! Wait...for the love of the fact that you are HUMAN and have ABILITIES and possibly something good and new to share with the world, for the love of all that GO OUTSIDE.

Because I am more civil than you, I am better than you. Because I will become something in my life and make my family proud, I am better than you. But most of all, the fact that I really know that I am your fellow human being, your neighbor as it were, and we are created equal and I am, in fact, NOT better than you; the fact that I know that makes me better than you as well.

My name is Tabitha, and I have nothing more to say to you.
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