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The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.
We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.
We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.
We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things.
We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.
These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete...
Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever. Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side. Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent. Remember to say, 'I love you' to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you. Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.
Give time to love, give time to speak, and give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind. Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.
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[06 Apr 2007|12:22pm] |
NORWOOD - Peter J. Borroni, 57, a lifelong resident of Norwood, died Thursday, April 5, 2007, at Tippett House in Needham.
He was born in Brockton, the son of Aldo Borroni of Foxboro and the late Barbara (McDonough) Borroni, and he graduated from Norwood High School, Class of 1968, and from Northeastern University.
He was a police officer in Norwood for 32 years, now retired.
He served in the U.S. Marine Corps during the Vietnam War.
Besides his father, he leaves his children, Dawn M. and Peter J. "P.J." Borroni, both of Norwood; his ex-wife, Audrey Borroni; his brother, Thomas F. Borroni of Mansfield; and many nieces and nephews.
A funeral Mass will be held Tuesday, April 10, at 10 a.m., at St. Catherine's Church.
Burial will be in Highland Cemetery in Norwood.
Visiting hours are Monday, April 9, from 4 to 8 p.m., at the Kraw-Kornack Funeral Home, 1248 Washington St., Norwood.
Him and my mom dated for 7/8 years. He's the reason I moved to RI. But she loved him, so much, he just didn't want to get married, she did, so they ended it. They talked on the phone on and off the past two years, he got cancer, and died at 57. He was a part of my family in Norwood, him and Dawn and PJ and I feel so bad. Everyone knew him, he was a great guy, it's just really sad. My mom isn't doing too well, at all. But she doesn't want to go to the funeral or wake or all that, it's probably going to be pretty big but she said it's not her place to be there. I think that we should go, I knew the guy half my life, but.. I don't know.
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[15 Feb 2007|08:35pm] |
KAREN IS ENGAGED AND IS GETTING MARRIED IN LAS VEGAS OCTOBER SOMETHING.
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[12 Feb 2007|02:42pm] |
hi lj.
i need summer.
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[17 Jan 2007|06:24pm] |
# Blast own face off
# Break a battery open and pour it into a glass of Dr. Pepper and drink it.
# Break a mirror. Take two sharp pieces of the glass and shove them in your eyes, hard and deep
# Choke self with an umbilical cord
# Choke self with garage door
# Cover yourself in tinfoil and lay in the sun
# Died of a self-inflicted gunshot woun
# Died of an intentional heroin overdose
# Died of self-inflicted knife wounds
# Dive into the kiddy pool
# Drink cleaning supplies
# Drink large sums of biro ink
# Drove car off of a 200 foot ravine
# Drowned self in the river Ouse
# Eat yourself alive
# Fill the bathtub up. Grab a toaster & plug it in. Get in the bathtub and bring the toaster with you. Push down the button & enjoy!
# Go into the ghetto with a boom box and blast Vanilla Ice
# Going on hunger strike too long
# Hanged at sister's home
# Hanged self at home in Wiltshire
# Hanged self in a motel room
# Hanged self in Ritz-Carlton Hotel room with own leather belt
# Hanged self in West Hollywood apartment
# Hanged self in your closet with the cord from a Nintendo controller.
# Hari kari
# Hung self in a police cell
# Jump off a building
# Jump outta the top floor in a skyscraper in New York
# Jumped to death from the roof of an Amsterdam hotel
# Killed by Jack Kevorkian
# Piss off a well known, and well protected drug dealer
# Plastic bag over head
# Pointed a .22 caliber rifle to own head and pulled the trigger
# Put a rifle in your mouth and shoot
# Shot self because of debilitating emphysema
# Shot self in the face with a shotgun
# Shot self in the woods by own home
# Shot self on 45th birthday
# Slit your wrists
# Slit your wrists because your mom won't take you to Hot Topic
# Stab self in eye with an umberella
# Strangle yourself
# Starve yourself
# Suffocated self in garage with carbon monoxide fumes from own moped
# Suicide
# Swallow a plastic bag
# Threw self from the 15th floor of New York's Essex House hotel
# Threw self into the path of a London Underground train
# Threw self into the path of an above-ground London train
# Took pills and slit own throat
# Yelling racial slurs in front of the projects
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[15 Jan 2007|01:15am] |
22 Feb, ICC Church, Allston, Massachusetts Paulson, Amber Pacific, Daphne Loves Derby & Waking Ashland
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[11 Jan 2007|06:49pm] |
I once knew a nigga whose real name was William his primary concern, was making a million being the illest hustler, that the world ever seen he used to fuck moviestars and sniff coke in his dreams a corrupted young mind, at the age of thirteen nigga never had a father and his mom was a feen she put the pipe down, but forever yeah she was sober her sons heart simultaneously grew colder he started hanging out selling bags in the projects checking the young chicks, looking for hit and run prospects he was fascinated by material objects but he understood money never bought respect he build a reputation cause he could hustle and steal but got locked once it didn't hesitate to squeal so criminals he chilled with didn't think he was real you see me and niggaz like this have never been equal I dont project my insurecurity's at other people he feeded for props like addicts with pipes and needles so he felt he had to prove to everyone he was evil a fever minded young man with infinite potetial the product of a ghetto breed capatalistic mental coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed dancing with the devil, smoked until his eyes would bleed but he was sick of selling trees and gave in to his greed
everyone trying to be trife never face the consequences you propably only did a month for minor offences ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance but then again there's always the wicked at new and advanced dance forever with the devil on a code cell block but thats what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock devils used to be gods, angels that fell from the top there's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot
so Billy started robbing niggaz, anything he could do he'd get his respect back, in the eyes of his crew starting fights over little shit, up on the block stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock working overtime for making money for the crack spot hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine for filling the scarface fantasy stuck in his brain tired of the block niggaz treating him the same he wanted to be major like the cut throats and the thugs but when he tried to step to 'em, niggaz showed him no love they told him any motherfucking coward can sell drugs any bitch nigga with a gun, can bust slugs any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood even Puffy smoked the motherfucker up in a club but only a real thug can stab someone till they die standing in front of them, starring straight into their eyes Billy realized that these men were well guarded and they wanted to test him, before business started suggested raping a bitch to prove he was cold hearted so now he had a choice between going back to his life or making money with made men, up in the cife his dreams about cars and ice, made him agree a hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to be and so he met them friday night at a quarter to three
they drove around the projects slow while it was raining smoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment untill they saw a woman on the street walking alone three in the morning, coming back from work, on her way home and so they quietly got out the car and followed her walking through the projects, the darkness swallowed her they wrapped her shirt around her head and knocked her onto the floor this is it kid now you got your chance to be raw so Billy oaked her up and grapped the chick by the hair and dragged her into a lobby that had nobody there she struggled hard but they forced her to go up the stairs they got to the roof and then held her down on the ground screaming shut the fuck up and stop moving around the shirt covered her face, but she screamed the clouts so Billy stomped on the bitch, until he broken her jaw the dirty bastards knew exactly what they were doing they kicked her until they cracked her ribs and she stopped moving blood leaking through the cloth, she cried silently and then they all proceeded to rape her violently Billy was meant to go first, but each of them took a turn ripping her up, and choking her until her throat burned a broken jaw mumbled for god but they weren't concerned when they were done and she was lying bloody, broken and broos one of them niggaz pulled out a brand new twenty-two they told him that she was a witness of what she'd gone through and if he killed her he was guaranteed a spot in the crew he thought about it for a minute, she was practicly dead and so he leaned over and put the gun right to her head
right before he pulled the trigger, and ended her life he thought about the cold pain with the platinum and ice and he felt strong standing along with his new brothers cocked the gat to her head, and pulled back the shirt cover but what he saw made him start the cringine studder cuz he was starring into the eyes of his own mother she looked back at him and cried, cause he had forsaken her she cried more painfully, than when they were raping her his whole world stopped, he couldn't even contemplate his corruption had successfully changed his fate and he remembered how his mom used to come home late working hard for nothing, cause now what was he worth he turned away from the woman that had once given him birth and crying out to the sky cause he was lonely and scared but only the devil responded, cause god wasn't there and right then he knew what it was to be empty and cold and so he jumped off the roof and died with no soul they say death take you to a better place but I doubt it after that they killed his mother, and never spoke about it and listen cause the story that I'm telling is true cuz I was there with Billy Jacobs and I raped his mom to and now the devil follows me everywhere that I go infact I'm sure he's standing among one of you at my shows and every street cypher listening to little thugs flowe he could be standing right next to you, and you wouldn't know the devil grows inside the hearts of the selfish and wicked white, brown, yellow and black colored is not restricted you have a self destructive destiny when your inflicted and you'll be one of gods children and fell from the top there's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot so when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never because the dance with the devil might last you forever
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Vaca has been really good, not much is new, have a boyfriend now who lives 5 houses down haha, yesterday I got extremely sick out of nowhere and threw up more times in one day than I have ever, temp of 102, I'm still weak and can't feel much, I have crazy dreams.. last night I was in love with a black man and it kept raining and I got bit by misquitoes. However you spell it. 3 kegs tomorrow at Hudson's and hopefully I'll be able to enjoy my night and my new year. I just woke up but I need a nap already. After that I gotta clean everything and dye my hair and bahablahbah. I haven't smoked a full cigarette in 2 days! Hopefully I can keep it up.
Tomorrow.. 2006 goes bye bye. I loved this year. It's been a crazy one. I'm Dr. Phil and I love nostalgia and I still make no sense. So many new friendships, old ones have grown, lost a few along the way but things change. New experiences for everyone. More alcoholic beverages, more videeeeeos, more times in Mary with bmp, more shows, more going to the beach, more bad habits, more decisions I made to change things.. yeah yeah it was a good yeahhhhr. LETS TAKE A LOOK, SHALL WE.
( 2006 part1. )
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[07 Aug 2006|04:10pm] |
So my schedule goes like this.
White 1. Alg 2 - Sperry 2. Graphics 3 - Sonnenshcein 3. Creative Writing - Levcowich 4. English - Marks
Green 1. Study hall - I'm guessing because there is nothing there 2. Graphics 3 - Sonnenschein 3. Spanish 3 - Getting that changed ASAP 4. Chemistry - Rodarmor - Probably getting outta that too
And I go back August 29.
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[07 Jun 2006|08:39am] |
Hello my name is_______. I ________ Michelle. Michelle is _______. Me + Michelle = _______. I wish Michelle and I were ______. If I were alone in a room with Michelle, I would _______. I want Michelle to know that I __________. I think Michelle should _________. Michelle needs to _________. I want to ____________ Michelle. Someday Michelle will ________. _______ reminds me of Michelle. Without Michelle I would _______. Memories of Michelle are ________. Michelle can be __________. The worst thing about Michelle is _________. The best thing about Michelle is _________. Michelle _________.
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Potential car?! I took my nose ring out. I had sex with Meg on the beach. I went to MA today. My throat stillll kills. Rain is coming, I love rain. I don't feel like writing right now.
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[11 Mar 2006|10:45am] |
Michelle finally got crunk, also known as, vomitted from consumption of alcohol. Apparently I have the worst timing ever ever ever, it was disgusting. I am covered in mud. I love camp fires. I love Chariho. I love this weather. I love talking to people I wouldn't normally talk to. I hate broken bathrooms. My phone is split in half. What a night.
Edit: Yeah so yesterday I hung out with Holly, and Ricky and Kurt here for a while. Then me and Holly went to her place. Then to get some foooood and drinks. Then to Amy's! I missed her. Morgan was there, and otherrrrs. I had a really great night. Today I drove Karens SUV. I AM GOOOOOD! Everyone let me drive your cars. And we visted Grammy and Grampy. And went to the beach. And I drove some more. And I need a nap. And I have to go to my dads tomorrow, 11am, so I need to be home at some point tonight. And I don't have a phone. Call my house 3640780.
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[08 Mar 2006|10:19pm] |
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Yesterday I hung out with Holly, went in a mosh pit with a plant, jogged around my basement, Julia Gulia, watched the AZN news, spoke Chinese, and watched the Fresh Prince. It was awesome. Later that night hung out with Billy Paul and Ev for a while, all I do is talk about other races and I should stop because I don't even mean it, it's just funny to me for no reason. Hahaha.
Today I didn't go to school. I have an AWFUL cough and it won't go away. Have a conversation with me, mid-sentence I just start hacking like an old smoker lady bitch.
Wasup this weekend?!
I have a membership to the Y, but can't get there, it's wasting money, and it sucks.
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I had a good last few days! Out of order… Playgrounds in the snow, bruises, fighting, beer, sleeping in the corner, Paul being ridiculous in the car, sunglasses at night, run it, jewish rap, Tiffy’s birthday, group pics, Evan is Jamal, I left my other glasses in Nicole’s car now, McDonalds and 400 cheeseburgers, the N word, exit 8 house, Yager Mike, cloves, new people, best friends, Derek, breaking my phone, TGIF!, calling Chad telling him I’m dying when I was perfectly fine haha, throwing things, Applebees, too mush watah!, going shopping with Holly and Billy, spending mad $, screaming with windows down, SHAAAKI!!, Alton, crazy car ride, P just absolutely yelling, if he dies it’s from either tacos or dancing, coming home at 1am last night, Karen being PISSED.
Rest in peeeace G-Unit and Coco baby. :(
I’m making a board game in graphic communications, about penguins. Just because. I wanted to make something I would actually play but it’s too hard. I have a bad bad cough, I sound like football camp. Tonight is Tuesday = Holly. I can’t wait for April vacation! I didn’t even miss much when I was out last week, thank goodness.
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I get this whole week exempt from school! I probably won't go tomorrow either. I feel kinda better though, we'll see. I gave my influenza to Karen. My b. Next week is going to very much suck, and I'll probably have tons of work to make up. Oh well. What am I missing?
I want to see my friends nowwwww =(
I want to go to Australia! It's pretty. Kangas.
I also want my black glasses back, these purple ones don't do it for me. I really just want contacts because those are hard to lose.
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I have never been this sick in my life! It HURTS! I am bright red and I have a very high temperature. The flu possibly? I am sad.
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Hi hi hi hi hi hi hi. I got sick out of nowhere today. I have had constant goosebumps, I'm sweating but I am FREEZING, and every thing hurts. I really want this to go away, I can't be sickkkk. :(
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