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| Thursday, September 4th, 2008 | ||
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syaoranbear |
6:48p | Graeme is fucking stupid. No matter what he does, he can never follow through with a plan or make a plan. And you ask him later about it and he's like "oh you want to do that?" ughghghghhghgghgh we had plans you dork. fucker, get me some shrooms so I can stop talking to you. |
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syaoranbear |
1:33p | I was confused by the birds and the bees forgetting if I meant it. |
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syaoranbear |
5:59a | ARGRGRGRGG. |
| Tuesday, September 2nd, 2008 | ||
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syaoranbear |
5:51a | don't care |
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syaoranbear |
1:05a | BABY, DID YOU FORGET TO TAKE YOUR MEDS Musicians are dumb. There's enough useless music circling the globe for eternity that no one will listen to already. Current Mood:  irritated |
| Saturday, August 30th, 2008 | ||
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syaoranbear |
4:14p | Old loves they die hard Old lies they die harder |
| Friday, August 29th, 2008 | ||
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syaoranbear |
10:46p | ^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^ best day everrrrrrr |
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syaoranbear |
2:37a | welcome to the crazy stalker ex girlfriend. Haha. |
| Thursday, August 28th, 2008 | ||
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syaoranbear |
12:49p | Pip died. |
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syaoranbear |
12:11p | Q: Type in "[your name] needs" in the Google search: A: Shauna needs to tell me how she made her avatar Q: Type in "[your name] looks like" in Google search: A: Shauna looks like she's got a lot of style. Q: Type in "[your name] says" in Google search: A: Shauna says we have to burn the house down now Q: Type in "[your name] wants" in Google search: A: Shauna wants to stay out of the spotlight. Q: Type in "[your name] does " in Google search: A: Shauna Does a Cartwheel Q: Type in "[your name] hates" in Google search: A: Shauna hates to lose Q: Type in "[your name] asks" in Google search: A: Shauna asks for a two-thousand dollar loan to cover her water expense Q: Type in "[your name] goes" in Google search: A: Shauna Goes to Washington. Q: Type in "[your name] likes " in Google search: A: Shauna likes teddies Q: Type in "[your name] eats " in Google search: A: Shauna eats sunnyside Q: Type in "[your name] wears " in Google search: A: Shauna wears glasses and funky socks and consumes a great deal of fruit. |
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syaoranbear |
12:00p | damages to my car = $9000 |
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syaoranbear |
4:01a | UGHGHGHG. Okay so. I had this plan where I was going to buy a shit load of roses and put them on top of cole's car, along with 40 cards each with a different apology on it that I wrote that I'd stuff into the sides of his windows or something and under the window wipers. So I get there at 3:30am, and I see a shit load of lights on and stuff. I thought maybe he just left them on because he's home alone and probably doesn't care, but I decide to drive around for a bit and swear and try to figure out what to do. I loop around and check it out again and I see brandon walking away from cole's house, meaning he's still up and probably still has fucking people over. I speed away swearing and listening to my music retardedly loud and loop back around. This time cole's pulling out of his fucking block, so I like put my hood up and try to cover my face as I turn into his block. I haven't seen him in 2 months and it hurt so fucking bad, but whatever. So I park outside his house and I know that nobody is home. I camp out there for a while and finally decide to go put the roses on his stupid door step and stuff the cards into the sides of the door. I set the roses down and then start putting the cards in the side, but I hear revving. Cole's vehicle is loud as hell, but I figure it can't be him because he like just left. I didn't think that maybe he was dropping someone off.... So he pulls up and I drop the 30-something cards all over the ground and run through his backyard, open the gate and run down the alley. I stand around for like 5 minutes kicking rocks and swearing like a sailor before I book it to my car and speed the fuck away with my heart pounding. It would have been so nice if this fucking worked, but of course it didn't. I don't understand how EVERYTHING I plan ends up being ruined, and absolutely nothing ever lives up to my expectations. Ugghh. When I was mad at cole, I said that he didn't really do anything except say sorry and leave me to deal with the issue by myself. So he bought me a rose, and a little card that said "sorry". My apology was 5 dozen roses, and 40 cards that say I'm sorry for ____________ and so on. I also gave him back his blank card that said sorry and wrote something like "here is your apology back that I didn't deserve." and an explanation of what the roses and cards meant. I don't know. The idea has a lot of meaning to me, I don't know if he'll even remember nor care. But I never really got a chance to say sorry to him, and I tried to this time, but it all fell through. I like... worked hard for this. And this plan meant so much. It... I don't know. In the end he received the cards and roses, but I really wanted it to be presented better. Like come out to his vehicle's hood covered in roses and his car covered in cards that say I'm sorry. Writing 40 different reasons why you are sorry isn't exactly easy. Ugh. Total failure. I should dream less. |
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syaoranbear |
1:52a | my apology. |