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wow vendetta red
email:
thespotlightburns@yahoo.com

Name: Kaitlin
Birthdate: 11-25-88
Location: Silver Spring, Maryland
Height: 5'
Eye Color: blue
Hair Color: black
Likes: music, estrella, homestar runner, 9:30 club, tacos, online journals, photography, dr pepper, black cat, undergrads, zach davidson, ottobar, track jackets, dischord records, dc scene, aim, equal vison records, jack antonoff, keyboards, tom brislin, peanut butter, family guy, chinese food, cassette tapes, sleeping, doghouse records, long island, vulgar humor, poughkeepsie, your mother.
Dislikes: hilary duff, mxpx.
Music: feable weiner, vendetta red, head automatica, huey lewis and the news, punchline, river city rebels, poorbox, plain white t's, q and not u, steel train, adam green, limbeck, nightmare of you, jets to brazil, the movielife, kicking howard, brand new, straylight run, sprialing, cordalene, armor for sleep, jawbreaker, glassjaw, every time i die, army of me, weezer, the doors, stars hide fire, the promise ring, underscore, unsung zeros, the cars, even all out, the faint, ben lee, the early november, hidden in plain view, fountains of wayne, cursive, matchbook romance, fall out boy, midtown, mineral, rilo kiley, motion city soundtrack, etc..

Links:
Estrella
Livejournal
Feable Weiner
Poorbox
Punchline
Homestar Runner

Sunday, April 13th, 2003

Time:12:40 am.
Mood: bored.
Music:Hit The Floor- Linkin Park.
TEST TEST TEST
4 become outlandish|My thoughts have turned ghoulish





Nightmare Of You - I'd Dodge A Bullet For You
Hey sweetheart, don't take it so hard.
I'm sorry I was bringing you down.
I didn't mean it when I said that I wish you were dead.
And hey sweetheart, is that your new car?
Why don't you drive it off of a cliff?
Because I can't stand your life since I am no longer in it.

And the pain is real, but so are the pills.
I can talk to my therapist, pretend you don't exist.
The further you go, the colder my bones begin to grow.
They're cracking and creaking,
creating a big scene in the vessel of my body.

Hey sweetheart, how far is too far?
Because now I have some blood on my hands.
It may have been a mistake, but I am only a man.

And the pain is real, but so are the pills.
I can talk to my therapist, pretend you don't exist.
The further you go, the colder my bones begin to grow.
They're cracking and creaking,
creating a big scene in the vessel of my body.