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[09 Mar 2004|12:00am] |
ok ok ok. i miss all you people. alot. so add my other journal. so i can stop having to log into this one. to read private entries.
other journal= __such_a_shame other journal= __such_a_shame other journal= __such_a_shame other journal= __such_a_shame other journal= __such_a_shame
i feel like i've posted this 600 times. so i figured that 5 might get the trick done.
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[11 Feb 2004|05:20pm] |
i miss all you guys. seriously. new journal. add it if you haven't already.
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[22 Dec 2003|04:20pm] |
i've decided to switch my journal over to the other name now. i wrote my last journal entry happy and i think thats a good note to end on.
so <__such_a_shame> it is.
good-bye.
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[18 Dec 2003|11:20pm] |
i made a new journal. name = __such_a_shame
i'm working on a layout.
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[17 Dec 2003|05:26pm] |
you dont know how you look to me well if love be a crime be a crook to me
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[17 Dec 2003|02:42pm] |
I want to spread the news That if it feels this good getting used You just keep on using me Until you use me up
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[14 Dec 2003|12:59pm] |
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i want a paid account so bad.
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[09 Dec 2003|04:37pm] |
Come down And waste away with me Down with me Slow how You wanted it to be;
If everything could ever feel this real forever If anything could ever be this good again The only thing I'll ever ask of you You gotta promise not to stop when I say when;
Breathe out so I can breathe you in Hold you in;
And I wonder When I sing along with you If everything could ever feel this real forever If anything could ever be this good again The only thing I'll ever ask of you You gotta promise not to stop when I say when
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[09 Dec 2003|03:10pm] |
Take me away from here standing alone On the street with a cigarette On the first night we met Look to the past And remember my smile And maybe tonight I can breathe for awhile
(since im not all for blink 182 i dont feel sorry about massacring their lyrics to fit my needs.)
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[08 Dec 2003|10:47am] |
Bud Light's Real American Heroes Mr Bass Plaque Maker Mr Foot Long Hotdog Inventer Mr Bowling Shoe Giver Outer Mr Professional Movie Extra Guy Mr Bumper Sticker Writer Mr Outside The Stadium Peanut Seller Mr Chinese Food Delivery Guy Mr Pickled Pig's Feet Eater Mr Driving Range Ball Picker Upper Mr Pit Crew Water Bottle Squirter Mr Fake Tattoo Inventor Mr Inspirational Poster Writer Mr Super Market Deli Meat Slicer Mr Major League Infield Raker Mr Jelly Donut Filler Mr Losing Locker Room Reporter Mr Giant Foam Finger Maker Mr Really Bad Toupee Wearer Mr Male Football Cheerleader Mr Underwear Inspector #12 Mr Fortune Cookie Fortune Writer Mr Parking Attendent Flashlight Waver Mr Garden Gnome Maker Mr Wrecking Ball Operator Mr Putt Putt Golf Course Designer Mr Pro Wrestling Wardrobe Designer Mr Hawaiian Shirt Pattern Designer Mr Golfball Washer Inventor
Bud Lights Real Men of Genius Mr Boom Box Carrying Rollerskater Mr Fancy Coffee Shop Coffee Pourer Mr All You Can Eat Buffet Inventor Mr Company Computer Guy Mr Used Car Lot Auto Salesman Mr Edible Underwear Maker Mr Horse Drawn Carriage Driver Mr Sports Fan Face Painter Mr Centerfold Retoucher Mr Male Fur Coat Wearer Mr Silent Killer Gas Passer Mr Athletic Groin Protector Inventor Mr Giant Inflatable Pink Gorilla Maker Mr Beach Metal Detector Guy Mr Handlebar Moustache Wearer Mr Hollywood Plastic Surgeon Mr Nudist Colony Activity Coordinator Mr Giant Taco Salad Inventor Mr Professional Figure Skater Mr Tiny Thong Bikini Wearer Mr Camouflage Suit Maker Mr Restroom Toilet Paper Refiller Mr Supermarket Free Sample Guy Mr Tuxedo Shop Tux Renter Mr Wedding Band Guitar Player Mr Pro Sports Heckler Guy Mr Parade Float Driver Mr Next Day Carpet Installer Mr Souvenir Snow Globe Maker **if you want to hear any of these ads click this link and it'll take you to them.
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[07 Dec 2003|12:16pm] |
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"So many roads. So many detours. So many choices. So many mistakes."
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[30 Nov 2003|12:49pm] |
so i haven't posted anything lately that has any sort of insight on my life whatsoever. partially because i dont really want to talk about how mediocre my life has been at home, and partially because i'm sure no one else does. the day before thanksgiving i was chased out of my house by my mother with a knife. i took off.. and came back friday night around 9. now they have taken possession of my car and won't let me leave the house. they drive me to work. they pick me up. they drive me to school. they pick me up. it's horrible. yes, not sleeping in nicks basement and having heat and a shower is nice. i still haven't eaten much of anything. since weds heres what i've eaten. weds - pb&j thurs - honey nut cheerios with no milk fri- two bites of mac n cheese sat - two bites of potatoe salad and a small bowl of pasta. today - nothing.
not too healthy. not healthy at all. but i can't eat. i have no motivation. i dont need energy to do anything, so why bother eating?
i miss dave. so much. no, we aren't dating. yes, we're just friends. but we've been spending pretty much every waking moment together (and for me a few of my non-waking ones.) I've gotten so used to him being next to me that now i'm at a loss. i cry randomly because of this, which is probally just another sign of my mental instability. i need to get out of here. i need to get an apartment. which also means, i have to wait 6 months till i turn 18.
i dont know if i'll make it. i dont really see the point of sticking it out.
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[25 Nov 2003|09:23pm] |
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rest assured im moving on i miss you less each day youre gone
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[23 Nov 2003|11:44am] |
JesteR RecordZ (9:04:18 PM): ill see your tease.. JesteR RecordZ (9:04:22 PM): then raise you naked, doing me
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[20 Nov 2003|09:46pm] |
girl.. if i was peter pan.. you'd be my happy thought.
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[20 Nov 2003|09:26pm] |
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And everything inside screams for second life
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[20 Nov 2003|03:51pm] |
with the t a s t e of your lips im on a ride your toxic tongue slippin mine with the taste of the poison paradise i'm a d d i c t e d to you don't you know that youre toxic?
and i love what you do...
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[17 Nov 2003|07:46pm] |
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s ASS ybab E298: What came first, the music or the misery? People worry about kids playing with guns or watching violent videos afraid that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands, literally thousands, of songs about heartbreak, rejection, pain, misery, and loss. Did I listen to pop music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to pop music?
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