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alyshahazzard

Ally: would you be mad if i got a prison pen pal?
Grant: as long as he's a lifer or nonviolent
Ally: suhweet

Gramps stopped being able to eat. It could be any time now.

Doing a friends cut.

Let me know if you want to stay.

Super angsty. I'm not sure why. Pmsing like mad. And kind of hung over. And tired.

Had a meeting at work on wednesday and I'll be taking on more work for Arlene. Which is typical. I can't really say how much this annoys me and makes me not want to work there anymore. I work with people who don't respect me or my intellect and that is pretty expected. Life secks etc. I'll stop whinning now.

Sopranos start back up tonite. Woo.

I have been thinking about not working at stc so much. I've been working really hard at my other job and I haven't been getting a lot of sleep and I need to take a step back.

Come in to look at the april schedule and I'm scheduled for 30 hours this month.

Oh well...

This rocks.

Fin.

Email me @ alysha_hazzard@yahoo.com

916-997-7787

Please. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD.

TEXT THE SHIT OUT OF ME. BECAUSE IT'S UNLIMITED. and I don't have phone numbers...

Thanks all!!!

Today, I finished one of my most personal poems to date. I have been working on it for two years. It feels so good to have it done... and I am not sure if I am ready to reveal it yet.

It's only three stanzas... but it's the most personal, in depth thing I have EVER written. I am not sure if I want to reveal it yet.

It's secret. :)

But yeah. I am proud of it.

I dreamt last night that I was sitting around my grandmother’s kitchen table, chatting with my grandmother, my mother and my great aunt Alice. My friend Sabrina was there as well, which is weird because I’ve never met her in real life. She’s number 8 on my top 8. Check her out.

And I was 8 months pregnant, and obviously 8 months pregnant. But I didn’t know? And the funny part is, none of the people at the table acknowledged it either. And Sabrina asked me when I was due. And I looked at her weird, and told her I didn’t understand. And she said, “the baby, stupid! When is the baby due?” and I said, “I’m not pregnant” and she laughed. Then said, “Oh uh-uh, girl, you HELLLLLLLLLLA stupid.” HAHAHA. And dragged me to the drug store to get a pregnancy test.. The drug store… was for some reason, across the lawn from my grandmother’s house.

And she takes me down this aisle with a lot of “tests” on it – such as: ‘sperm level tests’, ‘math test’, ‘insect test’ etc.

And that’s when I woke up.

I’m hella cracked out. I swear.

Simon and Daddy




He looks so much like a little "boy" here it kills me. I am so used to him being a baby, ya know??


This was today, on my mom's floor