at least i know i'm a sinner.'s Blurty Day [entries|friends|calendar]
at least i know i'm a sinner.

new journal entry edit your profile blurty friends memorable entries calendar of past entries newest entries my current user pics my blurty profile email me mindsay blog last.fm profile myspace profile
[ userinfo | blurty userinfo ]
[ calendar | blurty calendar ]

In the movie of my life, starring you, instead of me. [Thursday, October 06, 2005
//04:02 ]
Ummmm.





Yeah.
2 may forget me.

She just wants to love herself. [Thursday, October 06, 2005
//04:27 ]
[ mood | )( lyrical )( ]

You won't be afraid of fear.
You won't be afraid of fear.
You won't be afraid of fear.

1 may forget me.

Here's what you'll find next time you undress me: scars, wounds. [Thursday, October 06, 2005
//04:37 ]
Take the quiz: "what kind of drug are you? (includes pictures)"

cocaine.
you are cocaine. addictive, expensive and confident.

5 may forget me.

See, baby I apologize. For all the things that I've done. [Thursday, October 06, 2005
//05:40 ]
[ mood | quote-ical. ]

"'I write about you all the time. Even when you're sleeping, I write about you. And take something from you with everything I write. I won't do that anymore unless I'm sure I can give you something in return.'"

forget me.

[Thursday, October 06, 2005
//07:14 ]
I GOT A SMOOTHIE!!!!!
2 may forget me.

God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in her shoes. [Thursday, October 06, 2005
//08:58 ]
[ mood | ===lyrical==> ]

Mary got pregnant from a kid named Tom who said he was in love.
He said, "Don't worry about a thing babydoll, I'm the man you've been dreamin' of."

They call her a killer, and they call her a sinner, and they call her a whore.

2 may forget me.

I bleed. And I breathe. [Thursday, October 06, 2005
//09:05 ]
[ mood | inspired. ]

All I WANT TO DO IS READ AND I KNOW THAT I CAN'T BECAUSE THERE ARE 23847389 MILLION OTHER THINGS I SHOULD BE DOING BUT I WANT TO READ SO BAD SO I PUSH IT TO THE SIDE. AND BY AVOIDING READING I AM AVOIDING DOING ANYTHING ELSE SO I JUST SIT HERE LIKE SOME USELESS BUMP ON A LOG. USELESS, USELESS, WHEE. IF I TYPE IN CAPS LOCK I DON'T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT PRESSING A SHIFT KEY; I HAVE A NEW BRUISE ON MY BODY, AT LEAST THIS TIME I KNOW THEY'RE NOT FROM YOU.

7 may forget me.

navigation
[ viewing | October 6th, 2005 ]
[ go | previous day|next day ]