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I don't actually update, I just read! |
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[May. 30th, 2008|09:43 pm] |
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so yeah, I don't really know how to use livejournal, so I hope this is what you meant . . . . . anyway, I'd like to join the group lady_fuzz cause I have hirsutism (at least I think I do) and it would be nice to meet and talk to other people in a similar situation . . . . . my mom tells me I need to get over my issues with my hair (and she is in no place to talk cause she has almost no hair, not even on her arms!) . . . . and my doctor says that hair will not kill me and won't do any hormone checks so yeah, I feel like I'm alone and that I would definitely benefit from this community |
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[Jul. 30th, 2007|02:40 pm] |
So basically, this sums up my life . . .
As I was walking through a life one morning the sun was out, the air was warm, but Oh, I was cold And though I must have looked half a person, to tell the tale, in my own version, It was only then that I felt whole Do you believe in something beautiful? Then get up and be it Fighting for the smallest goal: to get a little self-control I know how hard you try. I see it in your eyes But call your friends, 'cause we've forgotten what it's like to eat what's rotten And what's eating you alive might help you to survive. We went on as we were on a mission, latest in a Grand Tradition And oh, what did we find? It was Ego who was flying the banner, and me and Mia, Ann and Ana Oh, we'd been unkind But do you believe in something beautiful? Then get up and be it Fighting for the smallest goal: to get a little self-control I see it in your eyes, I see it in your spine. But call your friends, 'cause we've forgotten what it's like to eat what's rotten And what's eating you alive, might help you to survive. And even the nights, they could get better And even the days ain't all that bad And after a week of fighting, as more and more it seems the right thing But do you believe in something beautiful? Then get up and be it Fighting for the smallest goal: to gain a little self-control Won't anybody here just let you disappear? Not doctors, nor your mom and dad, but me and Mia, Ann and Ana Know how hard you try. Don't you see it in my eyes? Sick to death of my dependence, fighting food to find transcendence Fighting to survive, more dead but more alive Cigarettes and speed for livin', and sleeping pills to feel forgiven All that you contrive, and all that you're deprived All the bourgeois social angels telling you you've got to change Don't have any idea. They'll never see so clear. But don't forget what it really means to hunger strike when you don't really need to Some are dying for a cause, but that don't make it yours. And even the nights, they could get better.
All lyrics courtesy of Ted Leo and the Pharmacists
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