May 25th, 2001



Dude, erica has a picture page......with more pics of EVERYONE!!!!

erica's page rocks....i'm kinda jealous...hehe

MUCH LOVE!!.....Prom pics! WHAHOO!!!


anyway.. umm...yeah...apparently daniel is planning to pick me up in the morning...i'm not sure what time though... and i'm supposed to hang wit jeremy tomarrow...i dont know what time though......and i have that random nail apt thing at hmm..i dont know

i made a note to my mom telling her i was taking a walk in the morning....i'm like "i'm taking a walk, i'll be back in a few hours" umm yeah

tuesday--yearbooks, i'm planning on going to school for the 3 get my yearbook and people to sign it.. it rocks.....yay......hmm...

good luck to the seniors on their exams...HAHA i'm done, your not!...ehehhehe...i know i'm mean

i have 20$ to give to kimmi from Ari umm....yeah..

thats about it...

it doesnt suck to be a woman thats more sympathy pains for chris...hehe

have fun this weekend......lord knows i'll be bored outa my mind in a PEACH outfit......Dudee......peach sucks

so umm...yeah..bye

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i kept thinking daniel was randomly gonna show up or call or something like that so i woke up at 6:;30--which i havent doen since school...geez!--so now i'm really tired......i'm going back to asleep......i'll be asleep until someone calls me....bye!


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so umm....yeah....this morning i'm going to daniel's house.....ALL OF YOU SHUT UP!....hehe



laters.....i have the cell

ok day

so umm...yeah.....i hung out with Daniel this morning... he called when i was sleeping...but its ok... so yeah....he lives in major like Derwood.. hehe....DUDE...far away..we went to his house and i met his grandma...she's nice.. she's on one of those breathing machines..i was like wowies... and so yeah..then we went to the bsement..cause thats where his room is..he's got some cool stuff...everyhign name brand.....hilfiger sheets and comfoter...DKNY,RL,TH,CK clothing....YUM--armani..he has like pictue's of his friend Cathrine on his wall..she's pretty..i like her..she's yeah....we started doin stuff and then his uncle came downstairs and that was annoying...then he came down again.later....that was annoying too... i want everyone to know i was fully clothed the ENTIRE TIME>... so shut up...hehe...i cant say the same for him...yummy... umm yeah..we were watching BET,Vh1 and the price is was amusing...then we went to best buy.. cause he had to pick up somethin.. then he took me home...then i had to go out and get my nails done for the wedding... HATE PINK!!!!!!! hate it....with a passion...

so tonight i'm stuck going to my uncle's house..let the wedding festivities begin.... its a bitch....this wedding is ruining all my plans with my friends... anyway..i'm only a little bitter....its supposed to rain ALL WEEKEND...and the wedding's an outside night wedding... so umm....yeah

i love chris!!! he's my esbestes friend

oh i told my mom about daniel..NOT EVERYTHING>... just that he's a friend i met through people and he's 19..and that its all good.....

so umm.yeah...

SUNDAY...whats everyone doing sunday????

i'm wearing my boxers today...... i love these things..hehe....boxers rock!

thats about it...

i'll have my cell me..i garauntee i'll be bored
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this is an old journal entry of glitterpixie (taken from the words of Valerie Solanis) that im posting...
Wednesday, April 18th, 2001


8:50 pm - S.C.U.M (Society for Cutting Up Men)
Life in this society being, at best, an utter bore and no aspect of society being at all relevant to women, there remains to civic-minded, responsible, thrill-seeking females only to overthrow the government, eliminate the money system, institute complete automation and destroy the male sex.
It is now technically feasible to reproduce without the aid of males (or, for that matter, females) and to produce only females. We must begin immediately to do so. Retaining the mail has not even the dubious purpose of reproduction. The male is a biological accident: the Y (male) gene is an incomplete X (female) gene, that is, it has an incomplete set of chromosomes. In other words, the male is an incomplete female, a walking abortion, aborted at the gene stage. To be male is to be deficient, emotionally limited; maleness is a deficiency disease and males are emotional cripples.
The male is completely egocentric, trapped inside himself, incapable of empathizing or identifying with others, or love, friendship, affection of tenderness. He is a completely isolated unit, incapable of rapport with anyone. His responses are entirely visceral, not cerebral; his intelligence is a mere tool in the services of his drives and needs; he is incapable of mental passion, mental interaction; he can't relate to anything other than his own physical sensations. He is a half-dead, unresponsive lump, incapable of giving or receiving pleasure or happiness; consequently, he is at best an utter bore, an inoffensive blob, since only those capable of absorption in others can be charming. He is trapped in a twilight zone halfway between humans and apes, and is far worse off than the apes because, unlike the apes, he is capable of a large array of negative feelings -- hate, jealousy, contempt, disgust, guilt, shame, doubt -- and moreover, he is aware of what he is and what he isn't.
Although completely physical, the male is unfit even for stud service. Even assuming mechanical proficiency, which few men have, he is, first of all, incapable of zestfully, lustfully, tearing off a piece, but instead is eaten up with guilt, shame, fear and insecurity, feelings rooted in male nature, which the most enlightened training can only minimize; second, the physical feeling he attains is next to nothing; and third, he is not empathizing with his partner, but is obsessed with how he's doing, turning in an A performance, doing a good plumbing job. To call a man an animal is to flatter him; he's a machine, a walking dildo. It's often said that men use women. Use them for what? Surely not pleasure.
Eaten up with guilt, shame, fears and insecurities and obtaining, if he's lucky, a barely perceptible physical feeling, the male is, nonetheless, obsessed with screwing; he'll swim through a river of snot, wade nostril-deep through a mile of vomit, if he thinks there'll be a friendly pussy awaiting him. He'll screw a woman he despises, any snaggle-toothed hag, and furthermore, pay for the opportunity. Why? Relieving physical tension isn't the answer, as masturbation suffices for that. It's not ego satisfaction; that doesn't explain screwing corpses and babies.
Completely egocentric, unable to relate, empathize or identify, and filled with a vast, pervasive, diffuse sexuality, the male is pyschically passive. He hates his passivity, so he projects it onto women, defines the make as active, then sets out to prove that he is (`prove that he is a Man'). His main means of attempting to prove it is screwing (Big Man with a Big Dick tearing off a Big Piece). Since he's attempting to prove an error, he must `prove' it again and again. Screwing, then, is a desperate compulsive, attempt to prove he's not passive, not a woman; but he is passive and does want to be a woman.
Being an incomplete female, the male spends his life attempting to complete himself, to become female. He attempts to do this by constantly seeking out, fraternizing with and trying to live through an fuse with the female, and by claiming as his own all female characteristics -- emotional strength and independence, forcefulness, dynamism, decisiveness, coolness, objectivity, assertiveness, courage, integrity, vitality, intensity, depth of character, grooviness, etc -- and projecting onto women all male traits -- vanity, frivolity, triviality, weakness, etc. It should be said, though, that the male has one glaring area of superiority over the female -- public relations. (He has done a brilliant job of convincing millions of women that men are women and women are men). The male claim that females find fulfillment through motherhood and sexuality reflects what males think they'd find fulfilling if they were female.


so mystep-sister Lori, called and we had this like hour long conversation about sex-xhange operations and how jaime lee Curtis is really a man but cant produce testosterone so they pushed her penis into her abdomin and and so they made her a woman... we t about that for like an hour

and my stepdad just got home......i made more cookies

my ucle's thing is at 6pm- whenever...i'll have my cell

i'm bored....and leving me
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