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Sep. 1st, 2004 @ 06:47 pm
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Ok so maybe you already got them message but im over it!!! ill just tell you again cause i can.....salvation army is haveing a 50% sale on monday so dont make plans cause me and you are gonna spend all fricken day there and we are gonna loads of fun.....i got an application from supercuts and rite aid its a start right??? tommorrow ill get one from iron horse to though...... i need a job
Pigeons have been trained by the U.S. Coast gaurd to spot people lost at sea.......
i wish i was pigeon...
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So how bout people like to drive cars into trash cans filled with bricks and rip off my side mirrors and then get upest with me when i tell them they are mean. also side mirrors lie because the say that objects are closer then they appear but really there not. they are exactly where they look they are. kinda depressing that my car had to handle such a beating then lauren pace comes over to my house and rips my makeup case box that my aunt bought for me. its ok though cause i really dont understand why my aunt bought it for me in the first place. do i look like im 5? no. do i like red my little ponys?? yes.
k so next. when you look at me do i automatically look like a philospher??? didnt think so.
plus im exanimate (who knows what that means??)Current Mood:  exanimate Current Music: countin crows round here |
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In one single moment your whole life can turn 'round
I stand there for a minute starin’ straight into the ground
Lookin’ to the left slightly, then lookin’ back down
World feels like it’s caved in – proper sorry frown
Please let me show you where we could only just be, for us
I can change and I can grow or we could adjust
The wicked thing about us is we always have trust
We can even have an open relationship, if you must
I look at her she stares almost straight back at me
But her eyes glaze over like she’s lookin’ straight through me
Then her eyes must have closed for what seems an eternity
When they open up she’s lookin’ down at her feet |
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I dont like perverts.........i dont like people to get upset about everything....... |
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