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Saturday, August 21, 2004 Me: Mom, whats this movie called?Dad: Its called "Death, death and more death" Mom: Its called "The Godsend" Steven. Dad: Yah well, if it were my movie, I would have called it "Death, death and more death" Arg...its been only a few hours and I miss him already. Nicole come overrrrrrrrr ahfjksafhsahgjkghjksa.....BLAH! Things are good around here. Happy Happy Joy Joy! Oooo...Is anyone interested in seeing Norma Jean with us? Let me know. My mom and dad pick the poopiest movies. Ew. I already busted out the guitar..Krystal, I can play that song entirely :) Im going to go clean my room for the first time in a bajillion years...Now that is desperation. This tends to happen when you are restricted, no friends=chores. How Id love to bathe in your bath water. <3 Shara.....
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about I am in love with life. View my Guestbook I have no intentions to please anyone, I write in this for my own purposes. My own outlet. My own place to say what I want, when I want and how I want. With no worries of who I may offend. My belief is writing forces you to organize your thoughts, which helps you to gain control over what is happening around you. It releases stess. So here it is...straight up. archives July 2004 links My best friend Terry. a simple poem Here's 2 the crazy ones, Misfits, Rebels, Troublemakers, Round pegs in square holes, The ones who see things differently. They aren't fond of rules, And have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, Disagree with them, Glorify or villify them. The one thing you can't do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push us forward. While some may see them as the crazy ones, We see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough To think they can change the world Are the ones who do. credits original layout w4rnawarni : listen to the music designed by w4rnawarni @ blogskins |