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Name: Sarah
Location: New York, United States
Gender: Female
Interests: anything having to do with sex, knives, cuts, music, candles, love, hate, bloody kisses from the one you desire.
Expertise: Being a bipolar fuckhead. hickeys. biting. masturbation. holding someone, being with someone, until they get tired and throw you away. I don't walk away unless you make me.
Occupation: Student
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AIM:  Ink Poisoning006
Yahoo:  iamthesarahforlackofbettersn
Member Since:
3/23/2004
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| Soon I'm going to be going to another site: KeeperofTheKetchup . but that's later. I don't feel like it right now.
- Mantra | | |
| My family has temporarily broken down.
You know, it's a long story.
I went out with teh gang and arrived home later than I was asked,
so i thought I was going to get it from the 'rents...they don't believe
in the 15 minutes rule. If you're not home by the time they say, then
you're in trouble. No exceptions unless you call first.
As I was saying. I got in, braced myself. Nothing
happened. The house was lit, but was pretty silent. I went to my room,
and just as I was falling asleep, the door banged open and David barged
in, demanding I tell him where Aaron and I were yesterday, because he
was in trouble for something (nope, sorry, I ain't giving any hints). I
told him, and blah blah blah...Mom picked him up from where he was,
lectured his ass off, and then, so he could hold less of the blame, he
told mom that I smoke pot and that I'm sexually active.
When I heard that, I went ballistic. I pushed mom out of
my room, turned up my music, and sobbed into my pillow. Mind you, it's
not that it was so bad that mom knew. It was the fact that Aaron told
her when I trusted him with that information. It was the fact that he
used it for his advantage. I didn't like that at all.
I went out of my room and asked Aaron to come in my room.
"No, I'm sorry, but I think I did the right thing," He said in a cold
voice. Me: "FUCK YOU AND WhAT YOU THINK! How could you? HOW COULD YOU?
I'm never NEVER trusting you again, you bitch."
then I called Dad on his cell and tried to talk to him,
but was interrupted by David, who disconnected the phone. I ran outside
my room and screamed "WHY CAN'T I TALK TO MY DADDY...please, I just
wanna talk to my daddy 'cause I love my daddy! please, please
please!Let me fucking talk to him please!" I was really pathetic and/or
out of it, but I felt betrayed. Again.
Then DAVID lost it. "Fuck this, fuck this, there's no
fucking shabbat here, there never was, no peace. This is a black house
and I don't want to be a part of it. I'm leaving, Meg (my mom)." Mom
ran after him, crying and tripping. "You're LEAVING ME? Please don't
leave me in this house with two teenagers! NOW you leave me? Please
don't leave me, David, please dont' leave me!" Didn't matter. He went
out the door, with mom practically holding on to his sandals, screaming
and crying. It really gave me an emotional smack, and I put on my
hoodie and only one black boot before I ran down the stairs looking for
him (it is an apartment building). I went outside and started running
all over the neighborhood, trying to find him with only one boot.
Eventually, I went back and found the doorman Edwin, and asked him to
look at the cameras to find which direction he went. All I found out is
that he left at 8:02...that's what the camera said.
So I went BACK out to go look where the car was. It was
on, but the key wasn't there and the doors weren't open. the battery's
dead now, probably.
I went back, and tried to call someone. I just wanted to talk,
to be distracted. Peter was there, and he told me he was coming to my
house soon to pick me up for the night, for the club. I told him no and
had a three way call with evy. I told them everything and said that
we'd do it next week, same time. We will. I need some excitement. I
said I loved them both and I'd see peter on monday (no school).
I was going to call Paul, but I remembered he was usually
out on fridays. I called Stolley, but he was working. I tried calling
Sebastian, but he wasn't there. I was just so horribly bored and
worried, I had nothing to do. I smoked half a cigar for the hell of it,
because I liked the smell. Calmed me a bit.
Then, when I woke up this morning, Mom told me that
David came back at around 3. Personally, if my husband did something
like that, I'd throw him back out. He came back and let himself
in, not talking to her or anything, she said. Fucking ridiculous, that
bastard. I know it was mostly Aaron's and my fault, but when the going
gets tough, the tough fucking StAY WITH THEIR FAMILY. Stupid fucker.
That's my story, well most of it anyway. All of the rest will be
told to a select few who, I think, couldn't really care less...
~Sarah
Song: An Ode to No One
Album: Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness, CD # 1
Artist: The Smashing Pumpkins
I'm never coming back
I'm never giving in
I'll never be the shine in your spit
I disconnect the act
I disconnect the dots
I disconnect the me in me
And you're mistaken, It's you that's faking
Living and breathing and dying too
This message is for anyoine who dares to hear a fool
You can't bring me back, you can't bring me back
Cause I give it all back to you
Thru sacred alleys, the living wrecks
Wreak their havoc upon this world
The disenchanted, the romantics,
The body and face and soul of you is gone down that deep black hole
Destroy the mind-destroy the body-but you cannot destroy the heart
And you, you make me so I need to disconnect
And you make it so real
I don't need your love to disconnect
To runaround kids in get-go cars
With vaseline afterbirths and neon coughs
Galaxies full of nobodies
Giving us the farewell runarounds
I took a virgin mary axe to his sweet baby jane,
lost my innocence to a no good girl, scratch my
face with anvil hands, and coil my tongue around a bumblebee mouth
And I give it all back to you
No way, I don't need it, I don't need your love to disconnect
And you make it, so real, I don't need your love to disconnect
No way to disconnect
And you make it so real
I don't need your love to disconnect
No way to disconnect
- An ode to no one | | |
| Today was VERY VERY GOOD.
I woke up early to hear Aaron and Dad talking when they were on the
computer. Dad writing his second book (neither are published or
copyrighted, so no teasers for you!), Aaron gluing his eyes to
www.omgjeremy.com (fucking hilarious shit). Talked to 'em for a bit,
went back to sleep, woke up, got dressed in my new favorite outfit: new
silver docs (woo!), pinstripe blouse, green miniskirt, pink tights with
a weird pattern, rose coloured-spectacles (literally) and gold coloured
paper-clip earrings.
ANYway. So. Went to breakfast with Dad because Aaron had
homework to do. Was very spiffy. Argued and laughed about politics,
George Carlin, Religion, and Samia, our mutual friend off. We miss her
dearly...stupid fucking 9/11. I miss you, Sam.
But...well, we came back, and Aaron had done a lot, yes. Homework, chores, all done. Good for him.
Anyway, very lazy sunday. Bought comfortable loose black jeans and tight clubbing ones, so'm all set 
However, my lazy sunday is about to end in about, oh, hmm...3 hours and
36 minutes or so. Damn fucking 3 extra hours of school 3 days out of
every week for 4 weeks or so. Fuckin' sucky.
Feh. Listening to CD that has never been
"published"...electronic stuff. Very very good. Very good to think to,
really. Big Big Spaces by Mark Hewins. He's a friend of Dad's, so he
gave him this CD.
Yeah, time to stop blabbering.
I'm gonna go stretch my Doc's s'more.
Mmm.
~Sarah
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Ugh, weird dreams all night.
for an example of how much i'm out of it:
Me (groggily): Mnh. I want lunch from...ah, ebay.
Dad: Er...Ebay? Wouldn't that take--
Me (awake): No, no! Subway! I don't trust ebay as far as I can throw 'em. And I can't, so...I'm just gonna shut up.
Dad: You should go back to sleep, eh?
Me:...yeah.
*stretch* Ahhh.
Oh, and Peter and I aren't really going out. We're just leaning
on each other physically and emotionally because we know we can. No
relationship...sorta a friend with benefits thing. Don't criticize me,
it's too early.
Anna's pissed at me because today's her birthday and I refused to stay
at my mum's house to do anything with her, because, well, this is my
last dad's weekend for about 3-4 weeks, I think. I love my dad. She's
angry at hers, so probably doesn't want to understand what I'm saying.
Soo...schedule for zeh week.
Monday: School. Have to make up English, Spanish, Social Studies
tests.Show off new Docs. Peter. Bake cake that I didn't pay for and
frost.
Tuesday: School. Pizza w/ teh Clique Nazis. Cake. Stupid 3 xtra hrs of school.
Wednesday: School. Biking with Vlad. Happy Hour (family therapy), I think.
Thursday: Early breakfast. School. Park with Peter for an hour or so before I have to run to 3 hours more of classes again.
Friday: School. English vocab test o' the week. Pizza again with whole
gang & Peter; my turn to mooch! Movie maybe. Dinner. Pretending to
sleep. Going out clubbing at 11:45 with (ID ) following people:
Peter, Nadirah, Calvin, and Evy (meeting us on Delancey street.).
Beautiful, beautiful busy schedule! Thank god for organization!
Night, my lovers.
~Sarah
- 2--Seven Souls | | |
| A Few Quotes About God and Jesus:
"Jews are sick of being blamed for Christ's death, and you know
something? When he comes back next time, we're gonna do it again. And
there's nothing anybody can do to stop us." ~Lenny Bruce
"God will wreak vengeance on you for any sin you might commit, and send you into the fiery depths of HELL!
But He loves you." ~George Carlin
"The Jews did not kill Jesus Christ, the Romans did. And since all the
Romans are dead now, let's move on, shall we?" ~Father Calahan
Hm, hm, hm. Peter looked really nice today. Especially nail polish. He
painted them red and put mini anti-porn signs on his fingernails...Tiz
the shiz, as in nit. Mmm. I could lick him up.
Incidentally, I didnt' go to school to see it. I met him
after it was over. I stayed home 'cause it's a jewish holiday, and had
a REALLY weird dream when I went back to sleep.
It started in a summer camp with all my friends around me. The
cafeteria lady--er, man--was the guy who sells newspapers outside the F
train station.
Anyway. I digress. I went on the line and got rotten eggs and
undercooked bacon. I shoved the bacon in my mouth and chewed.
disgusting, but I kept at it, and, felt blood gush with every bite.
Then I was in a hotel, with Britney Spears. I licked her
cunt and gave her an orgasm. She did the same to me, but also fingered
me. It was REALLY vivid.
... back to the camp. I grew fangs and chomped my eggs, smacking my lips and giving horrible grins.
Afterwards, I was back in my room. I sat up and this
midget/egg shaped person opened my door and then closed it again. it
did this fifty more times, each longer than the time before. the last
time, it bared huge teeth and started to laugh, a high pitched screechy
laugh that scared the FUCK out of me. I started screaming and trying to
get up, but my eyes wouldn't open and it hurt to move. THEN i woke up.
fucking freaky.
Oh, and I finally found out where Vlad got "I'm not handicapped, I'm handicapable!" I had never known before.
God, I'm tired.
~Sarah
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