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Monday, November 24th, 2003
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9:31 pm - Do you know me?
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| Thursday, November 20th, 2003
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7:56 pm - I am stupid
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I drank myself stupid at the Bad Brains show last night.
I got kicked out of the club before the 2nd band was even on.
I was retarded retarded retarded.....but i got good friends for still stickin by my side.
I was cool, I was fine, but I drank myself stupid, just like my days in Hollywood, and now I have to start anew.
Like, should I even go out tonight? I got fuck 80's night, my freinds bar, my other freinds bar, another bar with freinds, yet another bar with friends.....hopefully i will get the invite to just come over to play video games and drink a few.
My name is Dawn...hhaha.... yeah, I am.
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| Tuesday, November 18th, 2003
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9:45 pm - Hey!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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So here I am people......I dont use livejournal much, but I do use MYSPACE.COM Look me up, I'm Dawn Reed.
Check out my new tattoo!!!
Talk to me
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| Sunday, August 24th, 2003
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12:59 pm - Huh?
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| Monday, June 2nd, 2003
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10:04 pm - Where I live right now...
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| Tuesday, March 4th, 2003
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6:55 pm - The Gas Station
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I went to the gas station that I go to every couple a weeks down the road, where I absolutely have to go if I can't make it over the hill to the cheaper gas. The 40 year old persian guy that works there treats me like a regular though, so I went in to pay and he got all happy and did the whole fist high five thing. He asked what's up and I told him I was moving back to Hollywood in a couple months and the smile totally got wiped from his face.
I went out to pump the gas and he came out to talk to me even though the place was busy. It was weird. I didn't know what to say. So I said it was my birthday, and he seemed concerned. He said he would have to get a station in Hollywood to work at. OK!!!!! If you he's gonna be all like that, why dont he give me a discount on the fuckin gas. Anyway....
Skinhead- You believe in the working class man.
Perhaps you are one yourself. Your boots are
shined and ready to stomp some rich boys. If
you could only get those damn Nazi Punks to
stop calling themselves skinheads.
What kind of punk are you?
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2:57 pm - Steffanied 2500 miles away
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So, I gave my sister my ID for her birthday a few months back so that she could go to bars and shit. She went to this liquor store that had denied her ciggarettes in the past (even though she is 19 but only had a military ID and the dude behind the counter said those are the easiest ID's to fake), anyway she goes back in this place to get some alcohol, and shows him the ID I gave her, of me of course (we look alike) and he denied her again! His words:
"This is fake, the picture isn't even you. It's Gwen Steffani."
I had a dream about Christopher Walken. I was his personal assistant and I had to write his lines for some MTV spring break event. He was miles away from the event when I found him and I asked, "Do you know when you are supposed to go on?" cause it was my duty to get him there on time, and he said, "These things, ah ah ah, these things, I do not know these things." No one beleived I was his assistant. I had to rehearse with him, I was laughing my ass off and he didnt even know why.
UNITED STATES! Yeah.. so you are a true american at
heart? Controlled by the bloody government yet
we are free...right? Yeah..america! Pursuit of
Happiness!
#$%+What Country Are You?+%$#
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| Wednesday, February 26th, 2003
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11:14 pm - I got DSL and my computer's never been slower
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Wow, my host parents are totally getting it on down the hall. Anyway, I got to be out of here by April 28th, so no more wasting money (like I was doing that anyway- but gas prices suck my ass.)
I checked out a bartending school in sherman oaks today and it was awesome. Gonna call my dad tommorow so he can help with the cheap ass tuition as a birthday present.
Yes, I will be 22 on Sunday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm thinking...jello shots?
Gonna go call Twixx now.
I'd put more quizilla shit up in this post, but my DSL is slow and the site aint uploading.
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| Tuesday, February 18th, 2003
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9:31 pm - more quizilla boredom
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2:49 pm - quizilla boredom
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| Friday, June 29th, 2001
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1:20 am - What am I supposed to do?
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There was a point where i enjoyed going into work. I've been working as a server/waitress there since mid-January. At first i was scared. No one, outside of work, thought I could do it. My parents, freinds, what have you, couldnt picture me as a waitress. But I got the hang of it and now i'm one of there best servers. But everyday now for the past week, our business has been dropping drastically. Normally on a Saturday night, we'd be packed with a half hour waiting time. Nowadays, your a guarenteed a seat in the heart of a restaurant rush. My theory for the lack of customers..... all the WHORES we have working there!!!!!!!!!!
Ever since we hired this little redheaded high school band geek there have been problems. First off she needs to quit grabbing my ass, because i aint like that. Second of all she needs to quit dropping her pants to show off new underwear she got from what she calls "Vicky's" (victorias secret). Third she needs to quit kissing our Homo chef and having his homo waiter/boyfreind feeling her up in front of everyone. Fourth she needs to get a fucking life because she's in there every second we are open including days she doesnt work- LOSER. And 5th, there is nothing anyone can do about it because everytime we want to talk to a manager, she and them are always groping on each other!!! I just want to fuckin walk in there one day make a try of glasses full of ice, pass them out and say "Chew on this you sexually deprived pedifial losers!"
And all the managers suck, except for the girl one. There isn't a day that I go to work and dont hear about sex, boobs, or racism. I can't complain to the managers because they are the problem.
And now that i am moving within a month, I cant exactly quit and go train for some other job only to quit after a week because i am leaving. I would love to leave this place and bring down the restaurant with me. Tape recorders. video cameras, something I could afford. Who should I call, what can I do? Everytime the district manager is over, he's always talking with all the managers, doing his job correctly, actually talking about business, not the size of the new hostesses rack. I swear, can someone give me some ideas to put them out of business?
current mood:  irritated
current music: Agent Orange- No Such Thing
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| Monday, June 4th, 2001
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11:51 pm - First Entry
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After yet another boring day in this state, I come home and empty my pockets of the lousy $53 I made in tips across a span of 8 hours. Would have made more if people underfuckingstood that you DONT double the tax. Moral of this story: Tip 20% or go eat at McDonalds you assjerks.
current mood:  disappointed
current music: Red Elvis's. I just got one of dey's albums.
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