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working too hard to make too few dollars.
2005-08-07, 11:11 p.m.
current mood: the good kind of tired.
current song: novocaine for the soul by the eels
life is hard
and so am i
you'd better give me something
so i don't die
novocaine for the soul
before i sputter out
life is white
and i am black
jesus and his lawyer
are coming back
oh my darling
will you be here
before i sputter out
guess who's living here with the great undead
this paint by numbers life is fucking with my head
once again
life is good
and i feel great
cause mother says i was
a great mistake
novocaine for the soul
you'd better give me something to fill the hole
before i sputter out
it's been a good weekend, for once. i'm glad. friday i took my girls for a rather expensive cocktail and a bite to eat, saturday i partied all night and drank a fifth of jack in coke, and today i had a nice little date with my husband. it's been very nice. it's been nice to have money, even if i have to slave away all week for it. the hours are killing me, and being in another state all week is killing me. not sleeping in jeremy's arms is killing me. not being with my friends is killing me. but i'm a fucking survivor, and this is what i do. i'm going to work myself to death for my bit of heaven at the end of my life. it's just how it is.
but my dearies, it's bedtime.
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