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Sunday, January 18th, 2004
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6:21 am - Bestrafe mich.
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I would just like to inform all of my beloved friends, that AT&T Wireless is the bane of Franka's existence. I just received a phone bill of 400$. All for long distance calls, too... I suppose it's finally time I change my Berlin area code, hm? That way it won't cost me 70$ to call someone in the US.
Which will mean I'll have to temporarily migrate to Los Angeles; to my apartment. Anyone in town?
current mood:  annoyed
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| Saturday, January 17th, 2004
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4:29 am - Leck mich am arsch.
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As I type, a cigarette is dangling carelessly from my lips. I really should quit at some point in my lifetime, since this is such a horrible nasty habit, but I can't help myself. It's an aching addiction that needs to be fed. There's nothing like a good few puffs of ye ol' cancer stick to calm my moods.
Do they make nicotine beverages? Gosh, they should.
I've been wanting to dye my hair again, yet I can't decide on a color. Right now I'm a brunette and for some reason it isn't as exciting as it was a few weeks ago. Although it's extremely tolerable, which is important - I hate dying my hair and having it strain my eyesight only days after. I was thinking a drastic color... perhaps black again? Maybe blonde. I don't know. If I'm so indecisive about it, I should most likely wait.
I'm indecisive about so much more than my hair. I must look like a damned schiesskopf.
Franka
current mood:  nostalgic
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| Friday, January 16th, 2004
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5:33 am - Schlampe.
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I've been awake all evening, playing with my German Shepherd Maximus. He's not yet full-grown though he's absolutely monstrous. I don't mind, he's got an even bigger heart. Which brings me to another big baby:
My brother Stefan sent me a stuffed animal in the mail; it's a frog. Stefan is the light of my life and my best friend... Bless his sweet little heart for random gift-giving. Ich liebe dich, Stefan.
This entry has been nothing but praise for my loved ones, which I apologize for...But sitting here alone (other than Max), smoking, has given me time to appreciate what I have. I always start to feel a little melancholy after the holidays, always taking time to reflect on events passed and mistakes made. It's silly, I know. All it does is make one regret their own misery, yet within time I'll forget.
Franka
current mood: contemplative
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| Thursday, January 15th, 2004
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2:04 pm - Verpiss dich.
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Mach es dir selber, ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=88.8) edward_norton. How dare you question my faith and self-control in getting one of these ridiculous internet journals. But since you've asked me so nicely, I suppose this will become a constant for me. Between making films and having nice men with glasses take my photos, I'll confide in here.
When I have something to really write about, I'll update. Perhaps later on tonight, seeing as I'm supposed to call Edward and teach him nasty insults in German.
Franka
current mood:  impressed
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