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[21 Nov 2009|07:49pm] |
You seriously just had sex in your hospital bed in the ICU?
I think that's kinda trashy and gross.
. . . But I guess you should get laid before you die! (You're not gonna die.)
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[21 Nov 2009|04:46pm] |
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If you can look me in the eye and think you've done nothing wrong, then it is okay. If you can't even look at my face, we have a problem.
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[21 Nov 2009|04:35pm] |
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Dont anyone touch me, I swear to fuck.
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[21 Nov 2009|10:37am] |
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kisses to my fans unless I'm feeling kind of cocky♥
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[20 Nov 2009|02:01pm] |
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and I ain't here to shake things up, but I got my hand on my gun.
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[20 Nov 2009|10:35am] |
And if he wants some pussy that's a no no
I only fuck with bad bitches, no homo.
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[20 Nov 2009|12:34am] |
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I just found out that "stan" is reflected in the window of em's tour bus in the final scene of that music video and now I'm a bit freaked out, lmfao
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[19 Nov 2009|02:34pm] |
I need to write a good bye to you,
because my heart should not clench like this
when I tried to delete that.
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[18 Nov 2009|05:10pm] |
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I cannot believe I confused his eyes with yours; I'm sorry.
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[18 Nov 2009|12:21pm] |
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I'm gonna change the world with my lips.
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[17 Nov 2009|11:56am] |
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what, you can't see the sarcasm in the verses I spit?
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[17 Nov 2009|09:58am] |
So I suddenly find myself finding Jenny's photographer friend/partner very attractive.
And then I find out he has a kid.
wtf
wtf
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wtf
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wtf
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ugh
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[17 Nov 2009|12:54am] |
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fuck you, skin, for being disgusting
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[17 Nov 2009|12:38am] |
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I lick the gun when I'm done 'cause you know that revenge is sweet♥
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[16 Nov 2009|08:48pm] |
Making : a to-do list.
Fucking put more current mp3s on my phone.
Crop/resize/watermark Brand New pics.
Update my myspace though no one uses that shit anymore.
Exercise exercise exercise exercise EXERCISE.
Bake something interesting.
Dress up.
Vlog.
Attempt to write a poem, song, or sonnet.
Teach myself how to freestyle.
Get chinese food.
Go to smoothie king.
Start christmas shopping.
Be ambitious : attempt to write a novel.
Take my baby for a walk.
Exercise exercise exercise exerciseeeee some more.
Go on a CD shopping spree.
Drive to 54.
Tampa trip?
Plan new/more tattoos.
Car wash.
Buy new black converse.
Paint toe nails.
Paint fingernails!
Pluck eyebrows.
Do something spontaneous.
Hang out with some pals.
Love everyone.
Take a fucking order before 9 o'clock (not looking good.)
Exercise exercise exercise exercise.
Love myself.
Clean up my room.
Organize my jewlery.
Try the new buffalo chicken sub from subway.
Hang out with the boys.
Buy a pretzel (holy shit I just took an order) from the mall <3
Decorate for christmas.
Make a bomb ass christmas mix.
Stop freezing.
Try a new creamer for my iced coffee.
Experiment with make up.
Exercise exercise exercise exercise.
Print this list out and try to do several of these a day for the rest of my life.
Photo-fucking-shoot.
Buy a mini-fridge.
Christmas cards!
Go to the library and read some books.
Get take out from a restaurant.
Exercise exercise exercise exercise.
Bartending school!
Drink more water.
Meet someone new to fuck!!!!!!!!!
Stay (fly) chill.
Keep my potential double chin at bay.
Pick up art again. (Try lol)
Not mess up my damn make up when I forget I'm wearing it.
Exercise, exercise, exercise.
Get a good night's sleep :)
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[16 Nov 2009|06:24pm] |
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I love how much your step-daughter loves me :D
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[16 Nov 2009|03:57pm] |
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make sure you get a picture, I'm rockin' my fame.
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[16 Nov 2009|11:32am] |
as always, my preconceived notions only proved to be correct. what do you know. the scumbag hung out with one of the girls that are obsessed with him behind my back. though, the mood i was in last week i could have cared less. i broke up with him to his face and told him everything i thought about him and how much he sucks. i let it all out. then i left his house with all of my stuff- and told him he was dead to me. he didn't show one bit of emotion when it happened, but the minute i left he was sobbing like a child. i talked to him on the phone and he could barely muster up the strength to talk to me about what was wrong over his crying.
i don't care to talk about it anymore. it's becoming more and more amusing to me if anything how shitty my year is going. not too long ago while i was being advised for this coming semester which should be my last semester of schooling before graduating in may i was told that i'm not going to be able to graduate on time. keep in mind i've had the same person for my advisor since i began this program in fall 08. she has the nerve to tell me, "how did you manage to make it this far...?" and i replied, "well, i don't know. you're my advisor. why don't you answer that." i was so incredibly angry. she told me to be able to graduate on time i had to take a winter anatomy course as well as another anatomy course and lab in the coming semester. that is way too much of a load to handle and i don't have the time so this summer i'm going to be stuck with summer courses. and hopefully i'l have my degree by fall.
woohoo. well courtney is getting huge and it's inevitable that she is very pregnant. i'm kind of getting excited for the new babes.
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[15 Nov 2009|11:52pm] |
so happy I could die and it's alright.
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[15 Nov 2009|11:40pm] |
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I am as vain as I allow.
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comment.