| Hairsprayyyyyy ♥ |
[Monday, December 31, 2007
//12:08 ] |
Once upon a time I used to dress up Ken
But now that I'm a woman, I like bigger men
And I don't need a Barbie doll to show me how.
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forget me.
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[Monday, December 31, 2007
//12:09 ] |
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GETDOWN.
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forget me.
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| Maybe you and me. |
[Monday, December 31, 2007
//12:13 ] |
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I don't want to sleep.
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forget me.
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| Save your soul for the promised land. |
[Monday, December 31, 2007
//02:26 ] |
I love the fact that I am obsessed with futureme.org.
And that I go through these periods where I constantly send emails to myself.
I got one today.
FutureMe.org to me
show details 12:20 PM (2 hours ago)
Reply
The following is an e-mail from the past, composed on Sunday, February 11, 2007, and sent via FutureMe.org
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Dear FutureMe,
Today you hate your mom.
You hate your friends.
You hate your acquaintances.
You hate your body.
You hate your life.
What will you hate tomorrow?
<3
. . .
I hate when nothing changes.
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forget me.
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| The camera is rolling. |
[Monday, December 31, 2007
//02:38 ] |
amazing cds:
Tori Amos - Boys for Pele
Coheed & Cambria - In Keeping Secrets of Silent Earth
Hole - Live Through This
Avenged Sevenfold - s/t
The Ataris - So Long, Astoria
Christina Aguilera - Stripped
OKAY INCOMPLETE LIST.
+ memories.
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forget me.
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[Monday, December 31, 2007
//02:41 ] |
But will you find me if Neil makes me a tree?
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forget me.
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[Monday, December 31, 2007
//02:47 ] |
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He reckons I'm a water color stain. ♥
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[Monday, December 31, 2007
//02:57 ] |
wtf @ all my makeup disappearing the past few days.
Make up is a weird thing to go missing because I AM THE ONLY PERSON IN THIS HOUSE WHO WEARS IT.
so wtf.
WHO IS STEALING MY FACE?!?! kfeja;ifjeafe.wefewlfa;dkf.
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forget me.
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[Monday, December 31, 2007
//03:01 ] |
lol @ the fact I have seasonal hardcore bipolar disorderrrrr.
I don't hate anyone.
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forget me.
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[Monday, December 31, 2007
//03:21 ] |
He's my favorite hooker of the whole bunch, and I know about his only bride.
And how the Russians die on the ice.
I got my rape hat on, Honey, but I always could accessorize.
And I never cared too much for the money.
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forget me.
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