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The name is Rachel. I'm sixteen years too old and from that wonderful filthy state of New York. I'm a scorpio, a vegetarian, and an animal rights activist. I love animals. I'm a stubborn female of mostly Irish and German descent. People make me physically ill. Trying to get me to change my mind is a pointless effort. I will debate you until your too tired to debate. Unless your a complete moron. In which case, I won't waste my time talking to you. I don't say anything unless I have something to say. Think about it.

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It's all about the he said she said bullshit.
Sunday, November 11, 2007

Things are slipping away lately. Faster and faster. It's as if I don't even have the time to realize what's going on. My brain isn't thinking straight. I have no idea who I am anymore or what I am. And honestly, I don't care.

The animal rights group I'm apart of (Beyond Human) did a presentation last night. I brought my rat Barbosa with me and did a little talk on rats. It was an okay turnout. About thirty people I'd say.

After that I went over to Chantal's and everyone was over there. And that got me thinking about crap. None of my friends are going anywheres with there lives. And that's pretty fuckin depressing. I don't even feel like getting into it right now. I'm just too tired. I'll try to write more tomorrow if I feel better but I doubt I will so whatever.


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