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  <title>systematic sex and all that follows</title>
  <subtitle>try your hardest to stay out of the loop</subtitle>
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    <name>Gianna Jonas</name>
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  <updated>2009-07-13T21:35:39Z</updated>
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    <title>not that im not strange</title>
    <published>2009-07-13T21:35:39Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-13T21:35:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">...but this summer is quite strange.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gigi_mari:64557</id>
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    <title>I will make you miserable, its as easy as saying goodbye</title>
    <published>2009-05-09T23:03:49Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-09T23:03:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I clean up your mess from the  night before. I get in trouble for texting you constantly at work, about stupid things. Im always on egg shells. Then I slip up and its hell I pay. I smoke myself to sleep to drown out your words in the dark. I won't lie. I do my share. But I've hit my end. Im so tense, I need some peace. I'll manage on my own, I have people that care. People that take me for who I am. I might be crazy, I might be a stoner, but the thing is I don't hate myself at all. I know im still worth something and im not the person I was when we met. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Work is nice. Its pretty constant and the 6 days a week goes by quick. I have cash now and people off my back about getting a job. Although im looking for a second job. Just to save money for if when I go to 4C's I don't have to work an awful lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are surviving. Family is surviving. The weeks are flying by and summer will be here in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what will happen next?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gigi_mari:64327</id>
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    <title>all the kids who cut their knees on that old school yard fence</title>
    <published>2009-04-01T14:00:08Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-01T14:00:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I started doing yoga last week at CIGSYA. Its really nice. I went again last night and after sitting in shock all day it was what i needed. I centered my body and mind long enough to really get in my head. (Every tuesday at 7 anyone can go, its free you should try it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wes came over at 4 am yesterday morning to keep my company. I sat in shock with wes who had gone to school with Corey. It didnt really hit me til i saw the pictures and videos from the wreck, thats when those rare tears came. I had only known Corey since early october. Pat talked so highly of him i couldnt help but want to be his friend. Always smiling,laughing,joking. He had his friends back. When i trainwrecked new years eve he helped me, fixed me up. When i got out of rehab he was one of the few people i didnt mind seeing, because he was understanding. Corey was too young and nobody got enough time with him. My heart goes out to all of the people who were blessed with Corey's presence. I love you Ken Doll and i will miss you forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/gigi_mari/pic/0000dp19/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/gigi_mari/pic/0000dp19/s320x240" width="180" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gigi_mari:64040</id>
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    <title>Corey you made it into my livejournal. I will miss you&amp;lt;3 RIP 3-30-09</title>
    <published>2009-03-31T08:42:06Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-31T08:42:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I knew there was something very bad that had happened. I got the text but it could have been anything coming from the sender. I hated that facebook had to tell me that corey had passed away. Im in shock. I remember the night i met corey and my stupid friend was hitting on him and he wanted nothing to do with her and it was so funny him texting pats phone saying help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He had a job and a car and a great group of friends. He was well on his way of sooner or later getting off cape cod. He was too young. And although me and him weren't the best of friends he made me laugh which is hard to do. So Corey i wish you all the best in the new dimension your in or wherever you may be. I will miss you always.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gigi_mari:63935</id>
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    <title>oh brother! lets have another!</title>
    <published>2009-03-13T01:06:40Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-13T01:29:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Why havent i posted to live journal in over a month. Its not because i dont miss my LJ friends and communities, it could never be that. I have been terribly depressed. I got into the habit of spending almost all my time at home. Yes I've become closer with my family and the people who live with me. I've become anti- social and only social really with the people my boyfriend(s) hangs out with, not that they arent great people. I became insecure and let myself go. It turned into a psychotic breakdown until i snapped and hurt pat who i care about and love so much. It lead me to a guy who although cute and talented hasnt amounted to much then a fling at this point. I went on a little drinking binge and made a fool of myself once again, where i giggled and brought up pat a lot til even my mother said "shut the fuck up". So more clearheaded now, im single. I'd like to be single, independent, and just have fun. If someone comes back or along so be it. Im questioning going for my nail technician program because i dont see that much business for it on cape cod, then again im trying to get off of cape cod. Just getting a minimum wage job would be nice. I want some cash to take trips up to boston for the day. Just money to spend on whatever i want and oh rent.haha. Im as a happy as i can be at the moment and just living.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gigi_mari:63739</id>
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    <title>My mind and I are having a powerful passionate affair.</title>
    <published>2009-02-07T20:30:08Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-07T20:30:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I guess I don't write in here anymore because, what am I gonna get out of it?&lt;br /&gt;Things have changed dramatically this year and its only February. I went to rehab, duh. Relapsed with some liquor. Decided to learn moderation. Stopped things with Pat, only to start dating him. Which its good. He's the only guy that doesn't totally disgust me. I can't help but check out girls, like the hott dancer last night at the club. Yeah I went to a club. I've always said its just a reason for girls to dress slutty and guys to try and get their dick touched. It was all in all fun. Im glad I at least tried it. Maybe I'll do it again. I like dancing just not with men. Im currently moving and its a pain in the ass. I must find a job as soon as possible. Sitting around all day smoking cigarettes and checking my facebook isn't cutting it. Plus I wanna be able to make money and spend it on first my rent and bills and second on myself, third to spend it on people I care about. Now I have a few select people I care about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been seeing a therapist, who is just not cutting it. Its like she really doesn't understand and just agrees with everything I think. Her office is dimly lit and I get distracted by the mirrors. I have to keep seeing her to get to the psychologist and to get my pills. Although I think the pills are hardly working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this vision of jumping into a pool. I feel the water touch my skin. Its cold but so enjoyable. Its strange it happens almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im truly exhausted and have to finish packing so I'll end this entry with a goodbye and I'll see ya when I see ya.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gigi_mari:63415</id>
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    <title>gigi_mari @ 2009-01-24T16:54:00</title>
    <published>2009-01-24T21:54:22Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-24T21:54:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Things are slowly looking up. I like being sober. I also don't mind a few drinks, socially. Im always gonna love my ganja. People are like OMG  gianna/gigi you drank, your not suppose to. I say to that take a look at yourself as you try and find household cleaners and medications to get fucked up in your room. Liar,Liar,Liar. Why do you lie not only to me but to yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ex's ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Available jobs are so weak. I just wanna give up. I can't. I can't do another month of this sitting around doing nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled my back, it sucks. I feel OLD! I could only relate with the old man at mcdonalds that Pat started a conversation with this afternoon. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna end this to clean my room...again. Then maybe  try and beat my writers block.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't written in like 3 weeks. SO bad.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gigi_mari:63195</id>
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    <title>No more attempts, im in it to win it.</title>
    <published>2009-01-15T22:44:01Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-15T22:44:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hello and goodbye to all the people who have decided to make my first days back a living hell. If your not breanna,sheryl,caroline, or a part of MY FAMILY then mind your business on things pertaining to my drug use. You say you care, but your digging your own grave and im gonna push you the fuck in it.My life, my body, my mistakes.The end on that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to end things with Pat on whatever level we were on. From what I heard we were "sorta seeing each other" whatever came with that was too much to handle. He treats me how a guy should treat a girl, but im not that girl. He's a great guy. Yet im looking for something and I need to discover it on my own. I for once in what a year and a half have to be completely alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I didn't realize until writing this I haven't been alone. It started with katie, that didn't last. That lead me to ashley which didn't last long. Then in between spending all my time with the mcintyres,wes,kristina. I started dating pinhead which didn't last a whole long time either. That brought me to Corrina which I guess didn't mean much to her. On to Christie who well you know the story. Then Jake last summer. Onto my love of liquor and random lovers up to Pat and all that shit which not many know about. I'll keep it that way. Time for a break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I need a job. But this economy is shit. Im not giving up I just don't wanna see one more hiring sign and then hear oh we aren't actually hiring. TAKE DOWN YOUR FUCKING SIGN THEN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh this wasn't suppose to be a rant, then again they never are suppose to end that way.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gigi_mari:62777</id>
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    <title>gigi_mari @ 2009-01-13T08:47:00</title>
    <published>2009-01-13T14:01:16Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-13T14:13:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I spent the past 10 days of my life at a castle. It wasn't your normal castle you read of or hear stories of from your parents as a child,not even close. The castle changed me,to a point. I've learned many things, if i choose to accept them then that is a choice I will make on my own. My personality hasn't change much, so don't expect saint jonas to knock on your door. Im still Gianna, just attempting a better life. A cut on the drugs, that brought me down to rock bottom and left my pockets dry. A pretty positive outlook on life. People can change you, you just cant change someone who doesn't want to change. You could try and do it but a person must want a better life for themselves, in order to have a better life. At this point and time i don't have much, barely a job, not attending school. What i do have is a second chance maybe its my 90th chance but i still have a chance. With just a chance at life, and i mean literally yes life and death. I don't want to be in the papers for that girl that didn't even get to her 21st birthday maybe even her 18th at the rate i was going. Put me in the paper for something great. Fuck it maybe a magazine if i have my way. Then again im at day 2 in the real world again. It's scary, I was shaking as i left the castle. Im very good at playing off my emotions always have been,always will. Its a good tool to have. I have a good support system already and they are the people that will be there for me if i slip and fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         I have much work ahead of me in life. But life shouldn't be easy street. Yes sometimes you get a quick glance at it but usually at the end of easy street its nothing pretty. I know this now. I'll join the gym, take a yoga class perhaps. Find a job that will keep my interest. Perhaps get a vehicle and drive off this horrible place once and for all, maybe to visit. Im not sure. Live everyday for today and not stress about the future or dwell in the past. I am my worst enemy if i let addictions get the best of me. Im not straightedge, or a saint. Im me, i smoke cigarettes and may always have relationship issues. Im not overly affectionate, and i don't wear my heart on my sleeves. Im gonna be friends with whoever i want, date whoever i want, have sex with whoever i want. I make the decisions that form my life and if you don't want to be a part of my life then fuck off, your not worth my time.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gigi_mari:62615</id>
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    <title>Cause without me, you know you’re lost. Minus you, I'm better off.</title>
    <published>2008-12-31T19:14:32Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-31T19:14:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'd like to think im not one of those people who says they are gonna change their lives after the new year.I don't like those people. Recently tho and to a few significant people in my lives i have been using that as my excuse. Drugs,relationships, and whatever involves me getting my life back together. For the past few years I've had times where i get clean and get my life on track. Maybe in 2008 more then ever i made those attempts. I look back at my year and think i wasn't a complete train wreck. Yes i met shitty people like Kontra. Yes i slept around. I've done so many drugs, I feel like a drug to other people. Then i look back and i see how i was in a relationship that maybe wasn't so stable but who's really is, with a beautiful smart, classy, girl. I worked 2 jobs the whole summer without barely ever calling out. Yeah i dropped out in 07 but by June 08 i had my GED. I slipped up and didn't go to college in fall, oh well. I didn't know what i wanted to do as a career then, i have a pretty good idea now. I got stuck in the vortex at Amanda's house, and then met Pat who really helped me out of there. Yes i have a lot of improvements to make on my life but when i wake up tomorrow with probably a hangover and probably not someone i don't remember hooking up with, I'll know I have made even that smallest improvement. And with that i've made things I'd like to do in 08' and not things im gonna force myself to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to school for whatever i wanna learn.&lt;br /&gt;Ride the bike trail, until i can ride the whole thing in a day.&lt;br /&gt;Learn the banjo.&lt;br /&gt;Get back into my art.&lt;br /&gt;Make some new friends.&lt;br /&gt;Learn to Sew. &lt;br /&gt;Get a Job.&lt;br /&gt;theres probably more but i dont have a deadline as to when the list for 09' has to be done it can be an ongoing list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing is tho, im gonna start being more straight to the point. None of this hidden message shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the snow doesn't ruin the festivities of tonight. Probably will, typical luck of new englanders.&lt;br /&gt;I would love to spend my new years eve with a gorgeous girl on some exotic island sipping liquor out of fruits.&lt;br /&gt;Someday it will happen, i hope.</content>
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    <title>I fucked her on every inch of this house, and she only said more,more,more.</title>
    <published>2008-12-26T19:23:02Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-26T19:23:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I wish, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never had anyone put in so much effort to pleasing me. Candles,music,wine. It was great. One of the nicest things anyone has done for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why cant i commit?&lt;br /&gt;Why cant i be happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know. Whats wrong with me? I dont know. You know what my most used phrase is? i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im clueless to my own problems. Whats gonna fix it? Who fucking knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xmas was decent. Made sure i was at least stoned the past two days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously have to buckle down and get my life going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, responsibility.</content>
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    <title>Ima hit you from the back, and make you holla til you pass out&amp;lt;3</title>
    <published>2008-12-20T08:43:07Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-20T08:43:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Around this week a year ago i made a new friend, we didnt stay just friends for long, we aren't together anymore. She's spectacular if you have at least a decent IQ, your lucky to meet her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, had to say something right? leave it up to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for once in forever the weekend couldn't have come soon. Between my involvement with one girl to dinner and movies with pat, my tolerance for drama is coming down quickly. With work in and out of the office and Christmas shopping to boot i am so exhausted. Luckily Christmas is almost here and it will be over with and i can go back to focusing on core issues of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be honest to you readers of my livejournal( ones with and without LJ accounts), Im crushing on a girl hard. None of you know who it is, its been a few weeks. She's not any of those girls in that vicious circle, she's a gem. I've tried to ignore it, thinking i didn't have a chance. Now at this point i don't know what my chances are or whatever today meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My usual male companion for the past couple months and i are rocky, very rocky. I didn't want to lose the connection and chemistry but past events and my own mind have made them severely fractured. Im trying to fix it, but just great friendship may be the outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also figured out my career goal for at least a start and that is to become a aesthetician. It's what i wanna do, I will figure out a back up plan on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life isn't all that bad lately tho. Certain people are just mad I'm not taking their bullshit lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3</content>
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    <title>gigi_mari @ 2008-12-12T10:22:00</title>
    <published>2008-12-12T17:03:38Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-12T17:03:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I had the strangest dreams all night. In my dreams i booted cocaine with my friend Jamie. I don't understand it because i would never boot coke and i know jamie would never as well. So it's strange and i wish i remembered more. I must start writing my dreams down, i think they are trying to tell me something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is everyone in a relationship or getting into one this month? Or did i just not get the memo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know the reasoning for this. Is it the holidays? Or are my usually single party friends just growing up and wanting more then partying and friendships?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows. Im happy for them regardless.&lt;br /&gt;Should i follow the trend? I doubt it. I have way too much things to personally take care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im really digging Billy Joel lately. I wonder what that says about my mood.</content>
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    <title>Now Mr. Jonas where do you think you went wrong with this one here.....?</title>
    <published>2008-12-05T01:50:20Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-05T01:50:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">FUCK YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU ALL!!!&lt;br /&gt;your social life is everything.&lt;br /&gt;do you think your special because you are the life of the party.&lt;br /&gt;lets all drink until we cant drive and all run for the cars driven by the designated drivers. &lt;br /&gt;do you have anything to say that isn't one of your theories, or just something about you.&lt;br /&gt;lets do the same thing on the same night every week until our parents kick us out of the house because they wanna die soon and would like to die in peace&lt;br /&gt;your not the life of the party your just the drunkest guy there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha that has wanted to explode out of me all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to work only to sleep all day, it was the worst sleep, the worst dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want someone to kidnap me and hold me hostage, as long as it is off cape cod i wouldn't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to find something to do, to keep me busy or im gonna wither away from a drug habit of my choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you think you got me.&lt;br /&gt;baby you don't have shit.&lt;br /&gt;im a free bird, i just have a broken wing temporarily.&lt;br /&gt;you've taken care of me, i've learned things.&lt;br /&gt;the only thing that possesses me is my past.</content>
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    <title>I dont have a witty or poetic phrase to put in this damn subject box.</title>
    <published>2008-12-02T19:16:39Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-02T19:16:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Everyday i wake up and hope when i check my phone, I'll see the text message i want. The one i always hope is there. Just a "good morning =)". Thing is i do get it. I have a person and others who do text me good morning. It might seem ridiculous im upset about good morning texts, but when she sent them i smiled and could start my day. Im happy to receive my texts now, but they dont start my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women are my current problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to my readers and you know who you are, if you don't you are the people who don't have live journals who just want to know what im thinking. Im always thinking, and here I'll just jot something down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the month of xmas and i hate it. I wont go into it because i know I'll wanna write a huge rant about it as the holiday nears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time a year ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still dating someone. Caroline was going to rehab. And i guess my dad was being a man whore because thats what i wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well im very much single. Caroline is clean and out of rehab. And i think my dad is gonna be with his current girlfriend for quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the fuck am i single and my dad isn't. thats kinda odd for us.&lt;br /&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;I always have to remind myself why it is im single 1. i ruined things with Christie &amp; Jake and i don't see any signs of them coming around 2. I am a piece of meat to most people and they are vultures 3. people that do like me, i don't give enough attention to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever really, im gonna go watch beauty shop and get St0ned.</content>
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    <title>I've only caught one bumble bee, ive caught a lot more moths.</title>
    <published>2008-11-28T22:23:37Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-28T22:23:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I remember chain smoking cigarettes talking to you on the phone for hours while the cold winter air rushed through the windows. I remember January 6th like it was only moments ago. I remember kissing you in the hospital bathroom and being walked in by old women. I still have the pictures. I still have the necklace. The key is broken but only literally, expand your mind and it will always be there. Maybe forever? Maybe not. You took the ring back but you didn't take the fire in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not sure anymore, i never am sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont mind curling up and watching a movie with you boy. I dont mind waking up next to you. We have some great times on these cold nights. You passed the test.Not many do. Why do the things you do to annoy me, make me smile at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuckin i just dont know.  I cant tell if im depressed or if everyone else just seems so secure with the way they live their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving was good, besides my family being really drunk and meeting pat. &lt;br /&gt;I just want this stupid season to pass by really quick, because life is always better in the spring.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gigi_mari:60714</id>
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    <title>your a traffic cone knocked over on a freeway at rush hour</title>
    <published>2008-11-21T20:00:05Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-21T20:00:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Walking down the train tracks with such ease these days, was held up by a new strange sighting. I wanna stop and check it out, see whats good. See if its dangerous. I could continue walking, im comfortable walking the same way everyday without stopping. Then again it could get old. Maybe im sick of walking. Perhaps ill stop another day, hopefully its still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit. i think im stoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel my summer/fall lifestyle slipping away and winter has new plans for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel fantastic.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gigi_mari:60568</id>
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    <title>For every failure, I'll pour a glass in its honor tonight.</title>
    <published>2008-11-18T22:56:15Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-18T22:56:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So one year ago i posted an entry on this lovely website. Reading it today made me sad. I miss Pinhead so much, not even as a boyfriend just a friend. I was such a mean girlfriend, i dont even know how we ended up friends. Im glad we did tho. We had some amazingly awesome times together until Kristina caught his eye and it was a publicly known fact he liked her. I could care less if they are together but my friend is gone and i lost kristina as a friend which i guess isn't a huge loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading the entry more i realized i had a coke problem then, and then i remember all the money that was sucked away. The money that could have a car on the road or for a time like this when i don't have a job. And then i remember something i didnt put in there. My secret lady and coke distributor Alex. I could have spent an eternity with her. She was everything i wanted or so i thought. Our quick fling ended in the harshest of terms. A few weeks later Corrina would come into my life and then Christie and then fast forward a year or so and im right here typing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate reflecting on the past so i guess going back to old entries is kinda pointless and just mentally abusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't sleep last night. I was in and out of my dreams. Dreams seemed like reality and reality seemed like a dream. The nightmares are getting worse. I jumped out of bed and went to the bathroom i stood around for a minute or so. I felt this ball of evilness inside me. I wanted to break something. I wanted to just run right out of the house.I couldn't do that in the middle of nowhere in the freezing cold. But i couldn't be there with him acting like it was all okay. I calmed myself down and called my mother and told her she needed to get me. I went back to bed for a bit with no luck of slumber. I told him i had to run to work. I didnt, i bought cigarettes and banana chips and sat around chain smoking instead. I hate when it happens. Last time it happened i was at baileys with robb after a crazy night of numbness and testing how numb i really was. I ran then too, lied then too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is okay. I wont be cutting myself anytime soon. You might find me drunk at noon but never with a blade to my wrists. You cant justify different ways of dealing with depression just like you cant justify drugs. We're all different. Depression isn't the same for everyone. The pills don't work for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've met some nice people lately, for a change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH yeah! OLD SCHOOL CREW PICTAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/gigi_mari/pic/0000b98d/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/gigi_mari/pic/0000b98d/s320x240" width="320" height="238" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gigi_mari:60250</id>
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    <title>the train ride is almost over, better find yourself a new direction to journey.</title>
    <published>2008-11-14T01:27:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-14T01:28:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Turns out all my friends on facebook can see when i post new shit on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To: Facebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a problem with anything i write you can surely tell me. Only problem is that i dont give a fuck. I've talked mad shit about people in here and i usually will never delete an entry, unless i know i was truly wrong to write it. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body wants to collapse, but im so energized in my mind im getting a shit ton of work done at home. Im thinking of taking the night off from socializing and just taking a bath and watching a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd much rather have some sweetheart over with me but i dont think they exist. I think men are just like women when it comes to jealousy. Except men usually end up getting in some kinda ego filled masculine brawl in the worst places. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the bi girls that i've come across lately that have had any interest in me look like they are wearing the kmart night club line at 2 in the afternoon. Im not mean but i sorta am. i dont like girls with madd rolls and saggy ass tits. I want a bitch i can throw around and that will look good for the occasion and not because it shows her tits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are the real lesbians? I want one of them if im gonna do the girl thing ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really im not worried about having anyone, because i dont really need them. Im sick of people needing me and not wanting me. They say " I need you or ill go back to amy " in my eyes that translates as " Im going back to my shitty ex girlfriend because im not good enough for you and im too weak to just stay the fuck away from her"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im ranting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;dont you love speedy drugs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drugs are funny to me because of the way people form opinions on them so quickly. If you drink a bottle of robitusson or a bottle of whiskey there is no difference, its a drug. If you smoke a blunt of weed or smoke a "real" blunt there is no difference. It's still a drug. Coffee is a drug. Cigarettes are a drug. Only difference is the effects,the price, and the punishment if caught with them. Some are legal some are not. Dont fool your drug problem by justifying the drug you are doing or ill fucking flip my shit at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got to chill with jamie,curtis,and wes. It was fun. I miss my old school crew. They are never boring unlike most of the people i am forced to hang out with from my sheer boredom.Oh i saw caroline as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i rant anymore, i'll hate myself.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gigi_mari:60116</id>
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    <title>Yeah bitch smash my head into that radiator again.</title>
    <published>2008-11-11T23:30:48Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-11T23:30:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Im not addicted to drugs. Im addicted to the party. But i realized the party doesnt stop when i go back home to sober up. Oh no it keeps going. Now that im getting a semi grasp on reality im watching friends i love go down just as bad as i have. Really though its their lives. Theres nothing honestly to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up today and i really didnt remember last night. Certain things i remembered. But i heard i did a lot of crazy shit. Oh well tho. I was the crazy drunk girl at the party. It happens. I didnt even wanna drink last night. A blunt would have been just fine. But something triggered me to drink. I wonder what it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess since Caroline has a lj again. Ill write more. Shes the only one that ever really cared to read it anyways.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gigi_mari:59781</id>
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    <title>Ever fucked for 9 hours? Exactly</title>
    <published>2008-10-29T20:17:34Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-29T20:17:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So i just tried to make a top friends on myspace.&lt;br /&gt;And i realized i really have no real friends.&lt;br /&gt;I have wes and amanda and emma and caroline.&lt;br /&gt;And of course curtis and jamie.&lt;br /&gt;But really everyone just loves to party with me.&lt;br /&gt;Im popular because i dont sit in a room drinking beer being negative.&lt;br /&gt;Many people hate me and i could give a shit because i rarely have drama.&lt;br /&gt;Unless its Pretty Princess Pat climbing through a window or starting&lt;br /&gt;a fight while im in a fragile state of mind.(He has made me really hate men but still&lt;br /&gt;i have feelings for him i cant ignore but should because i doubt it will ever work unless&lt;br /&gt;both of us are sober all the time)&lt;br /&gt;Im barely working right now, dont really need to but should. Im trying to work at Marshalls &lt;br /&gt;on nights and weekends because i have a day job during the week.&lt;br /&gt;I dont talk to my family much only when i have to.&lt;br /&gt;Christie i guess hates me, which i dont understand because its not my fault she was caught at the&lt;br /&gt;black spot by her dad.I havent done anything but do her favors whenever she wants them even tho it puts&lt;br /&gt;a stress on time in my day.&lt;br /&gt;I saw SAW 5 and i think it sucked which is why i passed out drunk in the movie theaters.&lt;br /&gt;Im pretty content with my life and i thought i would update everyone.&lt;br /&gt;I really dont have much to say.</content>
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    <title>gigi_mari @ 2008-10-17T13:23:00</title>
    <published>2008-10-17T17:24:51Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-17T17:24:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">life is pretty good minus the job thing.&lt;br /&gt;I dont really use that much money tho.&lt;br /&gt;I've had a couple great nights.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gigi_mari:59364</id>
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    <title>gigi_mari @ 2008-10-13T15:16:00</title>
    <published>2008-10-13T19:28:49Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-13T19:28:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yesterday was one of the oddest yet fun sundays ive had in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Princess Pat hasnt talked to me so now he's on the clock. He has til midnight tonight to contact me. or his time is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont really mind tho because i had fun with dumont yesterday. She blends well with people at amandas house yet none of them will ever compare to her in my book. We got pizza for free! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i hung out with Kevin, he's really nice. And Alex my new friend! who i hopes works well with amanda. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life isnt perfect but its not the worst its been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive turned down the drinking, i cant spend my minimal money all on alcohol. I need food and cigarettes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had it out with Robb last night. I knew it was gonna happen sooner or later. just not in front of like 20 people. whatever. I called his parents crackheads, which i shouldnt have. But really he needs to stop feeling so sorry for himself.We all have problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ba Ding Da!</content>
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    <title>Jesus Fucking Christ</title>
    <published>2008-10-10T16:13:04Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-10T16:13:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have so much drama that i could spew onto this entry. It would make you either laugh or realize how crazy cape cod is. Im not going to tho because I want to tell you the good things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spent my time this past week with a fan-fuckin-tastic guy. He treats me like gold. I havent had that in a long time. He doesnt mind just laying around. He texts me the cutest things. When we are out at a party he gives me my space and also doesnt ignore me. He's a funny drunk which is awesome unlike Rupert who is a violent obnoxious drunk. Oh and i dont care if he wears girls pants. They fit him and he looks good in guys pants too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to see Christie wednesday night too, which was nice. I missed her. I dont need to be with her. Her friendship is enough. Whatever happens, happens. We are young and have so many things to do before worrying about finding your life partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hanging with jocie a lot. We got so lost in boston but figured it out in the end. Rupert lied to us both and that sucks. He lost his chance with me and her probably too. But we dont need him because we can party together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont really know what else its just been an overall pretty good week. Im sick today and may not be able to go out. But im gonna try and pull it together.</content>
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    <title>thoughts and theories</title>
    <published>2008-10-03T19:26:31Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-03T19:26:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I think im gonna start using the word "love" more cautiously.&lt;br /&gt;And i think everyone else should do the same.&lt;br /&gt;has someone ever said to you "hate is a strong word."&lt;br /&gt;well i think im gonna start saying "love is a strong word."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also i think it is very okay and very sexy for guys to wear girl pants.&lt;br /&gt;Girls look hot in tight skinny jeans.&lt;br /&gt;why cant a guy?&lt;br /&gt;I hate when guys with their calvin klein jeans ( that make them look larger, which is what i guess they want) get down on boys wearing girl pants.&lt;br /&gt;I personally love skinny guys with some muscle and a scruffy face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also if your gonna drink cheap whiskey drink Canadian Mist.</content>
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