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Blurty for God.
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| Tuesday, May 13th, 2003 |
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| Saturday, May 10th, 2003 |
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I did some more Buffy quizes.. cause I'm cool. -rolls eyes-![]() You are Restless! Which Buffy Episode Are You? brought to you by Quizilla Mm.. Cheese. ---- ![]() You're Lorne! Which Angel character are you? brought to you by Quizilla .... ---- ![]() Obsessive Freak! How Obsessive Are You Over Buffy? brought to you by Quizilla Totally. ---- ![]() Angel. Who's your male Buffy soul mate? brought to you by Quizilla No sex for me. ---- ![]() Going Through The Motions... Which Buffy Musical Song Are You? brought to you by Quizilla Huh. ---- You're Buffy! Which Buffy the Vampire Slayer Girl are You? brought to you by Quizilla Meh. ---- |
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| Friday, May 9th, 2003 |
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Must. Do. Punk. Cover. of Daydream Believer. -dances- Cheer up sleepy Jean, oh what can it mean to a daydream believer and a home coming queen. |
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| Wednesday, May 7th, 2003 |
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i'm down on my floor i'm staring at myself and i know i'll throw it all away i'm down on my luck with no way to turn it around and i know i can't say it all again if i seem too weak if i seem to fall apart too soon if it's all we read and all that we believe i'll figure it out somehow i'm down for a week i don't have the strength to get up and i know i can't say it all again if i seem too weak if i seem to fall apart too soon if it's all we read and all that we believe i'll figure it out somehow oh, shame on me i'm coming over again i know you feel the same until i fall at your feet your feet if i seem too weak if i seem to fall apart too soon if it's all we read and all that we believe i'll figure it out somehow if i seem too weak if i seem to fall apart too soon if it's all we read and all that we believe i'll figure it out somehow Pretty song. |
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| Tuesday, May 6th, 2003 |
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Until now I would've never thought someone could butcher a script so much. More later. |
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| Monday, May 5th, 2003 |
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So, it's 8:30 and I can't help wondering where the hell Steph is, (at Zaira's, perhaps..?) because I'm just itching to show her this picture of John and I.![]() ..No, I don't have a life. |
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Lament Oh when will I get tired of smoking dope and watching movies I've already seen, inventing one more non-existent trope in something four hours long by David Lean? And will I ever really understand the parts of speech? Or is it "speach?" It's not. I went and looked it up. I guess I'd planned by this point to be wiser, or a lot more certain of my own uncertainties (I can't believe I had to look up "speech"!), to know at least the number of degrees I am from somewhere I could try to reach you. Long live john K. |
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| Sunday, May 4th, 2003 |
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Just got home from basketball, we lost: 25-30. Next game at 5:30, then it'll be off for supper with grandma.. save me. -rocks out to Duboce- |
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This, is bullshit.. stupid MTV. I know, it's stupid that something like that would upset me, but.. It does. I don't know. |
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It's raining, yay.
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| Saturday, May 3rd, 2003 |
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![]() Congratulations! You are Joss Whedon! Which ME VIP are you? brought to you by Quizilla More proof to back up that I am god. |
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The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Eigth Level of Hell - the Malebolge! Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
Take the Dante's Divine Comedy Inferno Test |
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I'm thinking that Steph and I should enter this week's SONG FIGHT! considering the title is So Aggravating and we both hate our little sisters. Here's what I've got so far: http://ca.internations.net/awesomegirl/s All we need is a guitar and maybe some keyboard drums. |
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| Friday, May 2nd, 2003 |
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As I sit here unclothed and broken I think about you. you promised: you'd take me you said I could come but you left me as always insincerities abound. I can't take it: your face ever deceitful. broken promises haunt me like whispered words. Yes, I wrote a poem, nothing special; I just needed to do something to get my mind off of these awful cramps. |
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| Wednesday, April 30th, 2003 |
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Blurty for God.
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