| don't fuck with me at ddr 2005-09-15 21:08:04 ET |
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i'll fuck your feet up.
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| SHABLAGODAGEN 2005-09-15 07:16:25 ET |
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yes, that's right sha bla go dagen. that's how you pronounce that. i'm so friggin sleepy, my granma got me up today at 8, now, i usually wake up at 10:30, or 10 so i missed out on about 2 hours of sleep that i despritly need for this weekend coming up, amy is moving in, and i have to clean out my closet for her to get some of her things in there. it's going to be...an experience..there are so many things in there that i can't even tell what they are anymore, so many tangled items and all of them are coming out...i have my coats, and some shirts and pants that i can't wear anymore in there so i'll have to do something about those, i'm going to be emailing baby, all day long about my experiences with this stuff, so she can bring her clothes and such and yeah...you get the point, so anyway...i'm sitting here waiting for the day to pass by, i really don't mind this place, except when 12:30 hits, i have to log in, and that's when i hate it. so it's 12:18 now, and....i've got about 12 minutes to do nothing....guess i should try to do something....or nothing...yeah, peace my homies, catch ya on the flip side. or something like that.
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| uh yup uh yup uh yup uh yup. 2005-09-13 07:14:29 ET |
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sitting here at the desk again, my vision has been blurring and my head is getting the 'swims' as the old folk say, for us who don't understand...i'm really dizzy all the time. amy is moving in with my this weekend and we're going to rearrange our room so we can have a little bit of camo...if you get what i'm saying.i think i'm going to have my desk make a walk way again. and then my couch stay where it's at, and my bed turn 90 degrees and put back where i used to have it....i don't know i'll just be really happy when my amy moves in. that's about it....peace out.
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| FRIGGIN STRESS 2005-09-07 16:24:53 ET |
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so i'm stressed again, and don't know why. i swear i collect more stress than an old house does bugs, rocks through the window, and vines around the mother. amy thinks it's because of something with me and her and she couldn't be more wrong, i'm stressed about everything else. i'm about to take a big step with her, and i couldn't be worried less about it...i'm actually pretty suprized my granma (who by the way thinks females are the friggin devil.) told her she could move in with us....how about them pickles.....until the law suite over our land is settled. i hope she does, but i don't think she will, she's been saying that she's going to spend more time over at my house to see if she'll be comfortable enough to do it...one can only pray. but to muh baby, it's not you...trust me, if anything in this world can destress me, it's her...and i feel bad for not opening up to her, because she says i'm pushing her away, but i really don't mean to it's just that sometimes i get this way and don't know why...right brad?...i love her more than the sun burns. and...and...i dont' know i'll tell her about everything so she'll feel better and hopefully i will too. night guys.
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| still busy. 2005-09-05 14:33:16 ET |
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1. Reply with your name and I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll tell you what song/movie/book/fictional character reminds me of you.
3. I'll pick a substance to wrestle with you in.
4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me. Or at least me.
5. I'll tell you my favorite memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal or plant you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you.
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your journal
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