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[Tuesday, August 7th, 2007 at 12:14pm] The Teenagers- Homecoming. LMFAO KILL ME?!?! 1 crayon disarmament

[Wednesday, August 1st, 2007 at 19:29pm] [ music | Maria Mena- Just Hold Me ] I love how boys inevitably make rational girls listen to music and apply the lyrics, whatever they may be, to themselves. It's a little bit awful. Shit. disarmament

[Sunday, June 10th, 2007 at 0:37am] ewww, I'm awful. 1 crayon disarmament

[Monday, April 23rd, 2007 at 17:51pm] I hate that half the people going to Displace Me are going because they have nothing better to do. Fucking Vtech sluts. but we, we are most definitely                                         banditos. for peace. 3 crayons disarmament

[Wednesday, April 18th, 2007 at 20:45pm] shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit oh god no. disarmament

[Monday, April 2nd, 2007 at 0:21am] So I find a hot indie boy with no emotions but amazing libido who wants exactly what I want wearing skinny jeans ... and he lives in fucking New Jersey. My life needs to be shot. disarmament

[Thursday, March 29th, 2007 at 17:24pm] this is nothing good whiskey won't fix. disarmament

[Monday, March 26th, 2007 at 13:32pm] Gold lion's gonna tell me where the light is, Gold lion's gonna tell me where the light is, Take our hands out of control, Take our hands out of control Now, tell me what you saw, Tell me what you saw, There was a crowd of seas, Inside, outside, I must have done a dozen each It was the height I grew, the weight, The shell was crushing you, I've been around a few Tell me what you saw, I'll tell you what to... Ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ohh ohh Ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ohh ohh Gold lion's gonna tell me where the light is, Gold lion's gonna tell me where the light is, Take our hands out of control, Take our hands out of control Outside, inside, This is a moon without a tide, We'll build a fire in your eyes We'll build a fire when the colors getting brighter, Cold desire, makes a moon without a tide Tell me what you saw, I'll tell you what to... Ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ohh ohh Ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ohh ohh Ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ohh ohh Ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ohh ohh disarmament

[Sunday, March 25th, 2007 at 22:33pm] So Planet Earth gives MAST kids orgasms. 2 crayons disarmament

[Thursday, March 8th, 2007 at 14:16pm] "When we passed the subways we tried to ignore our fate there Of written threats on endless walls Unjustified crimes carried in stifled calls You walk with me through this pouring rain It used to mingle with our tears then dry the hopes that we left behind It rains even harder now" ... except it was wind. ... fuck. Aestchen ;.; we suck. 1 crayon disarmament

[Wednesday, March 7th, 2007 at 14:31pm] Hah. disarmament

[Thursday, March 1st, 2007 at 21:40pm] I'm fly like a motherfucker. And I also hate this shit. disarmament

scheisse. [Saturday, February 17th, 2007 at 12:50pm] Coin operated boy Sitting on the shelf he is just a toy But I turn him on and he comes to life Automatic joy That is why I want a coin operated boy Made of plastic and elastic He is rugged and long-lasting Who could ever ever ask for more Love without complications galore Many shapes and weights to choose from I will never leave my bedroom I will never cry at night again Wrap my arms around him and pretend Coin operated boy All the other real ones that I destroy Cannot hold a candle to my new boy and I'll Never let him go and I'll never be alone Not with my coin operated boy This bridge was written to make you feel smittener With my sad picture of girl getting bitterer Can you extract me from my plastic fantasy I didn't think so but I'm still convincible Will you persist even after I bet you A billion dollars that I'll never love you Will you persist even after I kiss you Goodbye for the last time Will you keep on trying to prove it? I'm dying to lose it I'm losing, my confidence I want it I want you I want a coin operated boy. 1 crayon disarmament

[Wednesday, February 14th, 2007 at 14:48pm] BosMUN VI DISEC Belarusian Delegate Life 2/8 to 2/11/2007. I depreciate throwing away two packs of Post-Its, all completely full of notes from the entire committee. I depreciate Venezuela, but appreciate his sexy Italian body.  I appreciate his wanting to, depreciate his not doing so. I appreciate Canadian boys passing me off as their g/f so ugly girls will stop passing them notes. I appreciate sending said girls mean notes detailing their physical flaws and making them cry. I appreciate/depreciate looking like Chloe Sevigny. I appreciate Indonesia looking like Colin Firth. I depreciate Indonesia's body not looking like that of Colin Firth. I appreciate/depreciate being awful to Indonesia. I appreciate White Hot Chocolate from Dunkin' Donuts. I appreciate walking in the cold with Glenda, and having epic conversations. I depreciate Westgaard; depreciate his being an asshole. I appreciate hot tubs in -7F weather. I depreciate mascara stains and HBO Porn at all the wrong moments. I depreciate boys that don't like me when I'm drunk. I depreciate being so physical when I'm drunk. I appreciate the 'T,' and the two indie boys it makes me think of. I depreciate free brownies. I depreciate the pedophile cops at Dunkin' Donuts. I appreciate getting ice cream in -7F weather. I depreciate vibrating razors. I depreciate goosebumps at all the wrong moments. I depreciate nasty belly-ring infections. I appreciate sending Lithuania notes from Ghana. I appreciate not giving a fuck about how I look. I appreciate caring about how I look. I appreciate boys talking to me. I depreciate Miami boys in Boston. I depreciate dry lips. I appreciate dark chocolate. I appreciate indie boys, as well as Indian boys. I depreciate not taking off my makeup at night. I depreciate weird smelling hotel soap. I appreciate interpretive dance. I depreciate people dancing to 'Call on me.' I appreciate meeting boys who can play the piano. I appreciate jumping on hotel beds to cliche songs. I depreciate spilling hot drinks all the time. I appreciate 'if Bangkok invaded Djibouti, would Greece be involved?' I appreciate au bon pain (05 as well as 07). and, um. depreciate working on Valentine's Day. ((but appreciate it, too)) fffffffffffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuccccccccccccccccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk. 2 crayons disarmament

mem'ries in stupid fucking humid moonlight [Tuesday, February 13th, 2007 at 20:25pm] [ music | Anne Clark ] He makes love She makes time pass a little less painfully One and the same --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I'm going to cut her. Caller ID is shit. Red sweaters that smell like that blow me away. Plane rides bring people together. Sleeping in panty hose is not sexy. Karaoke bars are not worth it, and neither is Venezuela. Baby teeth are fucking scary. I look good in celery  colored red sox caps. I hate it when you believe me. Eat my ass, Ahab. Peace, world. disarmament

myteetharenumb [Wednesday, January 24th, 2007 at 13:34pm] I hate when people who can't write for shit fuck up the fluidity of my Friend's Page with two pages of text. Srsly, y'all need to stop that shit. Put it under an LJ Cut where I'm not forced to take in a couple of them shitty phrases. "I saw someone who looked like him today, but good-looking.  It was so strange; same features, but in such a way as to make it attractive.  Fucken' craxxxy." Lmao <3. disarmament

[Wednesday, January 10th, 2007 at 6:27am] Who wouldn't trust a person if they said it was true? You believe when I'm thinking that you lie, Because I do all the time and so does everyone else. 1 crayon disarmament

[Monday, December 25th, 2006 at 19:47pm] That is fucking sexy. He was fucking sexy. She will be fucking sexy. I love the world, my oozing belly button, Janis Joplin, aunts, necklaces, and Collins. disarmament

Holy Holiday Sales [Wednesday, December 6th, 2006 at 18:59pm] Threadless is love. Shipping charges are death. Two-day delivery is sex. Christmas Presents! You'll get them Monday because I suck at waiting. Glenderrrz  Lisa Erin Whitney Alyssa Diana And because I'm a greedy little bitch. If I forgot you... Boys don't get presents. Love at you know you'd hit it. wtf is on her neck. 4 crayons disarmament

[Monday, November 27th, 2006 at 15:13pm] i love you. 8 crayons disarmament

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