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ITs moving day its moving day ya ya ya | |
2002-08-15 15:22:49 ET Well we have already moved in.. YAY.. any way.. our new house is full of boxes... hum.. its crazy i dont even have a bead yet.. i have to go buy one soon.. i am sleeping on a spare matras right now.. but i will live.. YAY..the computer is on the floor and its a pain in the butt... but i will live.. YAY...I MISS MY RIKKI,
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2002-08-12 14:07:33 ET GAH!! home alone and so bored.. hum.. i watched two movies, first 100 girls, the 28 days... both very good flicks.. hum.. I am so bored and my house looks like shit.. full of boxes and shit.. its crazy... every ting is still half done and we move wednesday morning.. gah.. ITs quite insane.. but i will live.. Right.. right now i am still all gittery... like i a comming off of someting.. but i dont do drugs or any thing.. some one is home.. YAY its my mom.. ok i have some one to talk to yay
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2002-08-12 01:35:33 ET I am so tired, I hate insomnia, i should go buy that movie the cure for insomnia.. It may do me some good... I have been in and out of sleep for the past 3 and a half hours, and now i cant even go back to sleep... GAH.. i dont know.. its been like this for a few days.. hum.. my dad is still awake, has not even gone to bed yet.. and its 3:34am... hum... i just cant stop thinking.. hum.. it sucks.. these weird bugs are crawling at the computer screen very weird... now a beatal is crawling on it.. i think i will go to bed.. because they are freaking me out...
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he he... its great | |
2002-08-11 13:41:05 ET who the hell are you??
"You are Alia from Dune! You are the most bad ass smart child ever born cuz you were born with all your knowledge. Word. And you don't take shit from anyone, you do your thing. Rock on, mighty piglet. I worship you."
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2002-08-10 17:17:42 ET Well did not find a car yet.. I am going again on monday.. YAY.. my dad wants me to get this escort its really dum... cause its another wagon... gah.. Hum.. saw xXx today.. good flick.. plus hottness in it.. ok bye bye
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2002-08-10 12:19:16 ET Car shopping in a few min.. YAY that is all |
:) big grin | |
2002-08-09 22:49:01 ET "It's funny cause its true!" That is all have a nice evening |
A picture in my pocket | |
2002-08-09 16:58:57 ET A man walks into a bar and asks for a beer. After drinking it, he looks in his shirt pocket and asks for another beer. After drinking that one, he looks in his shirt pocket again and asks for another beer. This happens about another seven times before the bartender asks him, "Why do you keep looking in your pocket?" "I have a picture of my wife in there," the man replies. "And when she looks good enough, I'll go home."
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2002-08-08 19:55:47 ET GAH!!! I hate packing.. i hate it.. gah..My room looks so empty... I am going car hunting on saterday.. i get a new used car.. YAY.. thats one good thing about moving.. YAY.. any way.. i just wanted to say.. hi.. people |
It was just something... | |
2002-08-05 21:06:11 ET I wrote this the day i got my Tragus peirced.. I dont know exactly what its about but i do however like it.. so i decide to share it with you guys... Life is an endless train But all I feel is pain I want to run and hide But my soul must have died My seething heart just cannot stop It hurts so bad, it may just pop My mind wanders never to stay In the end they all must pay Fortune favorites in the end All the money I could not lend Tearing away at my forgotten soul My life as I know it has hit a steal pole Running away, never looking back The pavement shakes, it starts to crack I cannot get a way from the life I have left It comes back with a vengeance, its just bereft Tearing at the walls of my mind I am wanting nothing but to be kind Pain and suffering I bring to them all Now I am just waiting for the call By Crystal Caulfield June 12,2002 ©
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