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friday. |
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tonight was so much fun.
i loved going to city walk qwith al my frkiends.
i love my real bff. and i wish i could see you more.
i am so incredingly? drunk right now i have no idea what i am typing. all i know is that i love logan. ok bye. and people are singing friday songs? i love friday so mucg. hahhaha. oh and never play a drinking game.
"ant a hundrewd and fifty thousadns."
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[21 Jul 2004|03:31am] |
tonight...well.
thanks to everyone who was looking out for me.
i can't thank you enough.
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[17 Jun 2004|02:18pm] |
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if you haven't noticed.
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[15 Jun 2004|10:51pm] |
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nfg. |
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why the fuck is my refrigerator in my family room or whatever it's called?
& why the fuck can't i find any shot glasses?
oh shit. it's echoing.
what the fuck was that noise?
AAAHHHHHAHAHHA.
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| this is for bo. |
[18 May 2004|08:47pm] |
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tooCOREfor 661: i'm addicted to chapstick
MF Robbb: im addicted to chillin
tooCOREfor 661: ok no
tooCOREfor 661: that was gay
tooCOREfor 661: you should of said something like
tooCOREfor 661: sex or jackin off
tooCOREfor 661: chillin. ok lame
MF Robbb: sex
tooCOREfor 661: ok dope. i'm addicted to chapstick. and you're addicted to sex
EVERYONE BO IS ADDICTED TO SEX. ^%^%@$#@$%!!@$#@.
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[18 May 2004|06:48pm] |
keep the noise low. (she doesn't want to blow it).
shaking head to toe while your left hand does the "show me around".
quickens your heartbeat. it beats me straight into the ground.
you don't recover from a night like this.
a victim still lying in bed completely motionless.
a hand moves in the dark to a zipper.
hear a boy bracing tight against sheets barely whisper, "this is so messed up."
upon arrival the guests had all stared.
dripping wet and clearly depressed he'd headed straight for the stairs.
no longer cool but a boy in a stitch.
unprepared for a life full of lies and failing relationships.
he keeps his hands low. (he doesn't want to blow it).
he's wet from head to toe and his eyes give her the up and the down.
he stomach turns and he think of throwing up, but the body on the bed beckons forward and starts growing up.
the fever, the focus, the reasons that i had to believe you weren't too hard to sell.
die young and save yourself.
the tickle, the taste of...
it used to be the reason i breathed but now it's choking me up.
die young and save yourself.
she hits the lights.
this doesn't seem quite fair.
despite everything he learned from his friends he doesn't feel so prepared.
she's breathing quiet and smooth (he's gasping for air).
"this is the first and last time", he says.
she fakes a smile and presses her hips into his.
he keeps his hands pinned down at his sides.
he's holding back from telling her exactly what it really feels like.
he is a lamb, she is the slaughter.
she's moving way too fast and all he wanted was to hold her.
nothing that he tells her is really having an effect.
he whispers that he loves her but she's probably only looking for...
so much more than he could ever give, a life free of lies and a meaningful relationship.
he keeps his hands pinned down at his sides.
he waits for it to end and for the aching in his guts to subside.
up the stairs: the station where the act becomes the art of growing up.
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[12 Apr 2004|04:49pm] |
fuck everyone who has MY mosh 'n' roll sweatshirt. and fuck people that talk shit about tanning salons and then start going to them. and fuck people who don't stay true to shit.
basically fuck you.
except the people i love.
you guys know who you are. <3
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| hi. me and lindsey are fucking stupid. |
[30 Mar 2004|10:44pm] |
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xTHROWDOWNx. i'm tough. |
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basically i only need a few people in my life. and i realized that tonight. fuck santa clarita kids. i can't wait to get the fuck out of here. miranda, chris, dorian, lindsey, zach and maybe a few others are the only people i care about. yep. pretty much i'm fucking bitter. hate me. whatever. i hate this valley.
me, lindsey, and jen are all taking motherfucking hip hop dance classes. it's gonna be tiiiiiight.
disneyland is not the happiest place on earth. and california adventure has "don't make me mosh" kids there. tight.
other then that. i burnt my thumb playing with fireworks. and i love my boyfriend.
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[07 Mar 2004|07:11pm] |
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hi.
i love my best friend chris to the max.
i couldn't live without him.
that's all.
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| this is shannon taking over for tam! |
[01 Mar 2004|05:33pm] |
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i fucking love this girl she is so fucking amazing and i can't wait to see her for my birthday!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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[22 Feb 2004|01:17pm] |
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boys night out. |
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alright so basically i'm tired of this "you're a newjack, get out of this scene, and other bullshit." first of all. WHO THE FUCK CARES WHO HAS BEEN INTO THIS FOR HOWEVER THE FUCK LONG? you sit here and run your fucking mouth like you're the shit, and when finally someone steps up to you, you ain't got shit to say. wait. yeah you do. "whatever she has fashion hair." hahhaahh look at you 6 months ago. you had better hair than i will ever have. eyeliner, tight shirts, and girl jeans. everyone goes through their fucking stages. and remember no one was fucking born HARDCORE. you too were a "newjack" at one point and time. yeah. get pissed if someone does come into the "scene" for the wrong reason, but don't give them shit if they came into this shit and it saved their fucking life. and most of your homies haven't been into this shit for that long either. edge for half of a year to a year. and break it. number of times. and then still claim it. i thought that once you broke edge, you couldn't claim that shit again? cause to people that shit is a fucking way of life. that's what some people fucking live for. whatever. i'm not here to talk shit and run my mouth. i don't have anything against you guys. just remember you guys are the ones that hate me. run your mouth about someone i don't know. i don't care. but run your mouth about my best friend, my sister, my fucking family, cause yeah that is what she is to me, you're gonna get shit coming to you. and especially because you don't know half of the shit she has fucking been through. i'm pretty sure all the bands you fucks listen to, are saying that this "scene" needs to be a family, everyone needs to have each others back, and everyone needs to get along. you guys are the ones that make this "scene" the fucking shithole that it is. seriously grow the fuck up. and stop running your mouths.
& p.s.
i am the fucking champion. <3
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[30 Jan 2004|09:54pm] |
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lindsey pierced my lip. and fucked up the transfer. now my lip hurts. thank you.
<333 miss mosh
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