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[Feb. 12th, 2009|02:55 am] |
And now, for your pedo/Punky Brewster lovin'....
Cute, but man it's creepy in so many ways... |
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[Jan. 20th, 2009|10:39 pm] |
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Whenever I'm running low on outfits, I go to my garage. And when I'm running low on funds, I go to my garage. Ahhhh. It's nice to know my addiction helps me sometimes. :D |
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[Dec. 29th, 2008|03:09 pm] |
So I no longer drink, but I was talking it over with my good friend Stephanie about my classiest drunken moments. Let's call it Hot Mess Moments In History:
This one time, I got so pissed at my boyfriend at the time because he dranked and ditched with his friends at my friends party. I got super drunk at the party, got picked up by one of my coworkers to go to ANOTHER party at a bar, invited myself to other people's songs onstage (karaoke) at the bar. Woke up in a dark room I did not recognize and found myself on top of cardboard!
I panicked for 5 minutes because my boyfriend probably hadn't heard from me, and I didn't know where my phone was, or where I was at. Luckily it was just the room I didn't recognize (I was at the first party), but I was still confused as to why I was still at the house! I scrambled around in the dark looking for my stuff, and found somebody else's phone. I was so disoriented that I could not remember for the life of me what his number was!
What takes the cake is that my coworker confided in me later that we had made out with each other in front of my other coworkers when they were trying to take me to my car. I vaguely remembered that it had taken place, but wished I didn't remember it at all! My friend dished out all the embarassing details of that fateful night.
Moment numero dos:
I took the breakup with my ex pretty hard, and went out to numb the pain by distracting myself with going out with friends and coworkers. I went out to Sofa Lounge (I miss that place!) and got drunk. I think I had drunken dialed my ex asking where he was since I knew it was a regular routine of his to go out downtown on Thursday. I hoped to run into him, etc. He snubbed me, and I took it pretty badly. So I got really crazy erratic and called his "going out buddies" ( I call them this, because they only appear in his life when he goes out-usually Thursday nights). I went to town calling them over and over and over and over trying to determine his location!!!! I was crazy sobbing, with a phone held up to my ear-in the middle of downtown SJ-with my friend trying to take the phone away from me. :)
Never really been the type of drunk who couldn't hold my vomit, but I've had moments of getting the car pulled over on the highway and spilling the night's worth of Miyake's sake bombs.
I've had loads worth of these drunken youthful indiscretions. Embarrassing tales, but comically at best. I don't plan on repeating any of them ever. My drinking has come to a halt, for my drunkalog is evidence that it'll come to a devastating result. But don't cry for me Argentina, just cause I don't drink doesn't mean I don't partyyy! I just have one less option than some.
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[Nov. 30th, 2008|05:01 pm] |
Dear Livejournal,
I am wiiiiped. Uber tired from retail shenanigans. This is what I had to deal with at the end of the night:
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I've never seen the store look soooo crazy. And the weird part was... we didn't have any crazy sales or anything like that. 85 people were apparently at the front of the store in the morning waiting to rush in and beat everyone to the sales area... |
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[Nov. 20th, 2008|05:49 pm] |
"How'd you manage to lose so much weight Aileen?"
It's called living on your own and being cheap. And rehab-without the drugs. |
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[Nov. 15th, 2008|10:02 pm] |
Dear Livejournal,
Made alot of healthy associations within the past 5 months, and will hope to continue in finding more. There's more to life than feeling good with the assistance of substances. There are other options. I need to stay motivated, and I know that if I really want something, i'll get it. I've proven this several times.
Focus on doing a great job at what you do. Not what others are failing at, not doing, doing, etc. Do your responsibility-nothing more nothing less. If you are humble and expect nothing then you will be alot happier. Expectations make us resentful when they are not met.
Is it worth being right more than being happy? |
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[Oct. 26th, 2008|03:48 am] |
Dear Livejournal,
The iphone... great device. TERRIBLE phone. The most basic shit like MMS picture text requires jumping through hoops: 1. Take photo 2. Send photo as email. 3. Find out the recipient's provider 4. Google provider's email 5. Email photo to ##########@mms.tmomail.com, etc. Lots of dropped calls. Predictive text is annoying and if you suck at charging your phone regularly...do not comply! Or turn off wifi, 3g, GPS location services-pretty much turn em all off-rendering the phone USELESS.
A life saver though, now I can dictate work without physically having to be present. Niiice. Not nice for my associates. Lots of great free games. I have the entire view of a text conversation, so I no longer have to look back at a message to remember what we were talking about. I can get instant information, and catch up on my wiki.
3G. It's a love hate thing. |
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[Sep. 28th, 2008|07:39 pm] |
Dear Livejournal,
Life keeps showing up, and I'm catching up. It's a beautiful life, and it's all about perception... in order to get the things you never had, you have to do the things you never did. It's as simple as that.
:D |
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[Sep. 13th, 2008|02:14 pm] |
Dear Livejournal,
If I'm driven enough, I will get what I want. No matter what. And I've got tons of evidence to credit this fact. I just need to know what exactly it is I want, what I need, and what I don't. For serious. |
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[Aug. 10th, 2008|01:18 pm] |
Dear Livejournal,
It took what it took, and I wouldn't have been here without it. Things don't happen for a reason. YOU happen for a reason. I learned the difference between god's will and self will. I now have clarity. I love life-in fact-borderline being a Jesus lover. ha. I remember posting something about feeling awake from a long slumber. I really feel it this time. I was semi awake, aware and okay with my self destructiveness. I feel zen. For real this time. I feel good all the time because I'm okay with myself, this time in a different sense. I feel comfortable in my skin. I don't hate anybody. I really don't. If you dislike somebody, that's your problem. There's an underlying issue within the fact that you see something in them that you see in you. I don't dislike anybody. And I love myself. Truly for real this time. I'm at peace and enlightened. You can steal my things. Steal my friends, steal my identity, steal my boyfriend. But you can't steal my peace. I can accept the things I can change and have the courage to accept the things I can't. And have trust in god to give me the wisdom to see the difference between the two. Forgive me for my wreckage. |
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[Aug. 4th, 2008|01:15 pm] |
Dear Livejournal,
Hello Canada. Goodbye America! |
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[Jun. 21st, 2008|07:46 pm] |
Learn something from me:
Two of the best things evar: Uffie & (love of my life) FENDI:
"I run the show you got to slow, pick up the pace with your cracked out face." |
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[Jun. 7th, 2008|08:58 pm] |
Nan, you're just a window shopper....
Taking a look but you never buy
Nan you're a window shopper
You won't pick it up if it's over a fiver
Nan you're a window shopper
Get on the bus 'cause you still can't drive
Mad as fuck, only just alive
Speaking of which, I was so turned on by this model-I just wanna touch her and stick my thumb up her butt. lol. |
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[Jun. 4th, 2008|08:05 pm] |
Dear Livejournal,
I need to stop being so careless! I bought two pairs of the same Gucci sunglasses, with the intent to return the other once I received the one that didn't have a nick (really, I would've cared less and I probably did it myself...but it serves to be an informed shopper!)...Got lazy and decided I needed a backup if shit like this happened...
But what does one do when your backup has failed (e.g LOST IT carelessly)?
You spend a portion of your bonus $$$ on it. Sucks, but the sun is shining and mine eyes are blinding. I don't give a shit about those Ferragamos, Chanels, Juicys (they were free, OKAY???), Versaces, and Fendis piling in my room. I want those Guccis back.
Love,
The biggest brat in the world...
Aileen |
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[May. 15th, 2008|12:19 am] |
"Stop writing about me on your livejournal."
"What makes you think I write about you? Are you that important??"
"Hater."
I love you. |
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[May. 11th, 2008|07:18 pm] |
It's like that, "thank you very much, FUCK YOU very much!"
Time to give it up. How much time did we waste?
Everyone in his life would mistake it as love.
Rest In Peace fucker. |
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[Apr. 22nd, 2008|01:17 pm] |
So I got a tattoo a few weeks ago. Pretty suprising and I'm still in awe. I've been toying with the idea for a good 5-6 months, which embarassses me a little...because I expected much longer than that. But then I got sick and tired of talking about it, and decided to at least make inquiries.
I've been to one tattoo shop before this whole escapade, and that was to come watch the conumdrum with Dean's ink. Sorry to say, he was so caught up in the moment that he didn't look carefully (til a day later) to find out that the roman numerals to his father's bday was off. Yiiikes. I thought he was an idiot, only to emphatize with him months. Luckily there were no errors...just understood how overwhelming it could be. If it's your first tattoo-at least for me-you just can't comprehend how permanent it is-til the first ink sets in. And I was so caught up in the moment to make clear judgement on placement. The stencil was beautiful... Luckily Shawn, the artist that he is, was there to criticize the size.
Didn't want to go to Dean's shop. I'd been hearing really good things from friends/strangers about New Skool, which closed down. Luckily half went over to Analog, so I tried them. Originally I wanted Matt Shamah (from Analog), who's renowed as a terrific artist. When I came in for a consultation, I was recommended to go with Jim. This made sense, since my piece wasn't traditional Japanese (which Matt specializes in) and I was impressed with EVERYTHING in Jim's book (along with ALL the artists in the shop). Prior to this, I went to State of Grace, and most of their work didn't wow me as much.
Four hours and $350 later, and it still wasn't done. I couldn't sit still and it was already 10pm. I could take the pain, but I was squirming when he started on color. Had he not suggested I make another session I wouldn't have given up so easily. I could really tell he was excited about finishing it, and even took a picture for his girlfriend to see. And I'm glad that he has a tattoo in same area (so he understood the pain!)
Luckily I haven't fucked it up by not scratching for three god damn weeks-and if you know me, this was quite an accomplishment. I healed up pretty quickly (like 3-4 days?!).
The only static noise from this is that I hate that my tattoo seems like an invitation to speak to me. I dislike random conversations with strangers that I haven't initiated. Maybe some people get tattoos for the attention, for vanity, etc-not me. lol I sound like an ungrateful child. Don't believe the hype, I love the tattoo and that people feel that way too. I'm just annoyed that it's a recurring thing. Thank god it's healed and sealed away from prying eyes.
Sorry no pictures because it's mine. That just mean you just gotta hang out with me. |
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[Apr. 20th, 2008|11:10 am] |
It's so funny how music triggers alot of memories. I used to have tons and tons of music! I'm a pretty open minded person when it comes to music, to point where I doubt if my tastes are really my own. You know how people have different personalities and you kind of meld yourself to either compliment or clash....You either hate it or love it. Unless it's country. I haaate country!
Now it's 22 and I have concluded that I LOVE LOVE electronica, sometimes a little classic rock likle Led Zeppelin...I party to Uffie, MIA, Amanda Blank, and Peaches. I love white boys like Beastie Boys, DJ Shadow, and Atmosphere. Regret that I wasn't 21 to see the Spooks...and when I have nothing else to listen to, I gotta come back to good ol hip hop.
I went to the Glow In The Dark Tour. I was super excited to see everyone, but Rihanna. She did a good show though. Hate her hair cut. A little bit of me wanted to see Chris Brown come in and make out with her. Lupe's set should've been longer, and after seeing NERD's lackluster performance...they should've opened instead of him. Boo, cause I was hyped to see them. I still love them, but over produced shit will never win live. |
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[Apr. 4th, 2008|12:29 am] |
Dear You,
Anything you can do I can do worse. Talking it to death apparently does nothing, so maybe showing you will shut your trap. Recent events have lead me to believe that your word means NOTHING. Therefore, I DON'T TRUST YOU. Repeatedly fucking up just really shows me how insincere you are about being sorry. You're insulting me, and I don't take offense lightly. Consider this my declaration of war. I'm not gonna sit around and wait for you to provoke me any further. We are all responsible for all our actions, so blame yourself as a contributing factor for what is about to come at you. I've never ever believed in karma, because vengeance brings much satisfactory results. Ask me, "why have you forsaken me?", and I shall say, "et tu brute you piece of shit"
Love,
Aileen |
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[Mar. 17th, 2008|12:22 pm] |
LOL so I'm going to rehab.
And My-so-called life is on ABC?! When the fuck this this happen? |
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