ugh.
Journal Entry: Mon May 12, 2008, 6:12 PM
i think im getting sick
and im confused
and stressed
and i feel like such a bacstabber
and whore
idk why you poeple put up with me
- Mood:
Shitty - Listening to: the cd my boyfriend gave me
- Watching: the hills
- Eating: nothing, im not hungry
Devious Comments
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BOOM BIOTCH! I SWANTON UR SRRY *SS!
i just get to
ughhh
my pix and writings arent really good enoguh..
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~Be afraid of the lame
They'll inherit your legs
Be afraid of the old
They'll inherit your souls
Be afraid of the cold
They'll inherit your blood
Apres moi, le deluge
After me comes the flood~
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BOOM BIOTCH! I SWANTON UR SRRY *SS!
i feel so welcome
now i jsut need more deviations
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~Be afraid of the lame
They'll inherit your legs
Be afraid of the old
They'll inherit your souls
Be afraid of the cold
They'll inherit your blood
Apres moi, le deluge
After me comes the flood~
--
~Be afraid of the lame
They'll inherit your legs
Be afraid of the old
They'll inherit your souls
Be afraid of the cold
They'll inherit your blood
Apres moi, le deluge
After me comes the flood~
--
~Be afraid of the lame
They'll inherit your legs
Be afraid of the old
They'll inherit your souls
Be afraid of the cold
They'll inherit your blood
Apres moi, le deluge
After me comes the flood~
ewww
hahaha
jk
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~Be afraid of the lame
They'll inherit your legs
Be afraid of the old
They'll inherit your souls
Be afraid of the cold
They'll inherit your blood
Apres moi, le deluge
After me comes the flood~
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If Everyone Cared, And Nobody Cried;
If Everyone Loved, And Nobody Lied;
If Everyone Shared, And Swallowed Their Pride;
We'de See The Day Where Nobody Died.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Mudkipz~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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BOOM BIOTCH! I SWANTON UR SRRY *SS!
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~Be afraid of the lame
They'll inherit your legs
Be afraid of the old
They'll inherit your souls
Be afraid of the cold
They'll inherit your blood
Apres moi, le deluge
After me comes the flood~
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xx -> tt
@__@
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"Fly, fly away my sweet child, for time spent free, is actually worth-while."-Chris
A poem of love-loss,
so quaint and distactic.
Let these feverish dreams,
fall upon an audience more estatic.
""-me too! ;3
i lvoe your stuff
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~Be afraid of the lame
They'll inherit your legs
Be afraid of the old
They'll inherit your souls
Be afraid of the cold
They'll inherit your blood
Apres moi, le deluge
After me comes the flood~
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Hoooooray! It's a hunny-ful day! <3! ^^
thank you for being iz the fabulous
i nee to take more pics
cept my camera sucks
cuz i dont have like any deviations
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~Be afraid of the lame
They'll inherit your legs
Be afraid of the old
They'll inherit your souls
Be afraid of the cold
They'll inherit your blood
Apres moi, le deluge
After me comes the flood~
XO
IzzI
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As for the future of the couples sex life, John said he is full of hope. "I'd like to maybe try actually touching Linda's vagina with my hand at some point," he said. "Then again, I don't want to rush things. Also, I've heard that the vagina kind of smell
jus go with the flow hun.
it isnt difficult at all!
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As for the future of the couples sex life, John said he is full of hope. "I'd like to maybe try actually touching Linda's vagina with my hand at some point," he said. "Then again, I don't want to rush things. Also, I've heard that the vagina kind of smell
whats up??
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~Be afraid of the lame
They'll inherit your legs
Be afraid of the old
They'll inherit your souls
Be afraid of the cold
They'll inherit your blood
Apres moi, le deluge
After me comes the flood~
i have noo idea what im doin
haha
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~Be afraid of the lame
They'll inherit your legs
Be afraid of the old
They'll inherit your souls
Be afraid of the cold
They'll inherit your blood
Apres moi, le deluge
After me comes the flood~
--
~Be afraid of the lame
They'll inherit your legs
Be afraid of the old
They'll inherit your souls
Be afraid of the cold
They'll inherit your blood
Apres moi, le deluge
After me comes the flood~
--
As for the future of the couples sex life, John said he is full of hope. "I'd like to maybe try actually touching Linda's vagina with my hand at some point," he said. "Then again, I don't want to rush things. Also, I've heard that the vagina kind of smell
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"Fly, fly away my sweet child, for time spent free, is actually worth-while."-Chris
A poem of love-loss,
so quaint and distactic.
Let these feverish dreams,
fall upon an audience more estatic.
""-me too! ;3
--
Reality is a window, too high up to close, and too sharp to slip through without loosing a life of two.
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