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[14 Nov 2005|03:18pm] |
OH, I didn't have a fucking reason?
Stop your ASSUMPTIONS.
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| Tattooed your name so you wouldn't forget to claim. |
[14 Nov 2005|03:57pm] |
Thick drops of rain sound like the way you spanked me.
Your pleasure thrills in every way you make me.
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| Well isn't it time you moved away? |
[14 Nov 2005|04:02pm] |
Ah, lookie, here I have to fucking go and clarify myself.
Just because I'm not complaining about it, or just because I'm not talking to you about it (or to anyone near you about it), and especially because I'm not blogging about it, does not mean my life is going perfectly right now.
I know, I know. There's no such thing as perfect. I wouldn't want anything to be perfect.
However, that thing that's way close to perfect? YEAH, definitely not happening right here.
So just fucking stop assuming you know anything. Because you don't. You don't know a fucking thing.
And I'm not saying your life is near perfect either. I WOULDN'T KNOW.
And I particularly don't care to know, either.
Just stop fucking thinking about me, thank you.
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| Bleeding is feeling and feeling ain't real. |
[14 Nov 2005|04:38pm] |
In other news, I did have a good day today.
I'd never allow myself to have a bad day. (=
I'm never talking to Andrew again; he cut off his mullet.
Now my, "I'm sorry, I don't do mullets" saying doesn't work.
Damn him.
(=
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| I've come here to confess to the wind and the rain and the glorious fame. |
[14 Nov 2005|05:49pm] |
MAAAAAAAAAGEN.
We need to decide a day for you to come over.
That way I have something to count down to. (=
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[14 Nov 2005|08:19pm] |
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| All that is forsaken. |
[14 Nov 2005|09:26pm] |
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YOU CAN BET ALL DAY BUT I CAN'T BE BOUGHT.
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| I'm almost over it again. |
[14 Nov 2005|09:36pm] |
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(= I luvv Cas. She's amazing.
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| Blow his brains out. |
[14 Nov 2005|09:37pm] |
Officer, what will you do?
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| I hate how videos don't work on Blurty. |
[14 Nov 2005|09:54pm] |
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