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[18 Jan 2003|06:12pm] |
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So while I was up on my roof thinking..I [[I meaning O-Town of course]] decided to write a song. It's dumb, so just don't say anything about it.
( I'm done with always screwing up... )
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[17 Jan 2003|05:44pm] |
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Blink-182 -- First Date |
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Well lets talk about my crap day.
I get to school and I have a stupid trig test first thing. Fail that.
Next. I can't get my damn shit clogged locker open. It took me 58738975935 tries. Then I finally got the fucker open. Won't have to worry about it anymore (thanks Ellen).
THEN some freshman asked me out. And yes I let her down, don't worry. She was 14. I couldn't say yes.
Anyways wasn't that just a great day? Oh and look it just got WAY WAY WAY WAY WAY better :D
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[16 Jan 2003|09:44pm] |
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Simple Plan -- Addicted |
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So I'm gonna attempt an introduction.
Paul Nomiddlename Miller. 17 almost 18. I'm expecting presents. Known Audie, Ellen, and Clear singe grade school. They're all hot as hell, think otherwise, and your friggen blind. And Nerissa's hot too. Yup.
I play guitar and drums. But not at the same time hah what a dumb joke. Anyways that's it.
pfft its paul use it
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