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[30 Jan 2006|04:08am] |
Just so everyone knows, I will no longer be using this journal.
Thanks, and bye!!!
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| GET HER OUTTA HERE!!!!! |
[27 Jan 2006|01:31am] |
Please, someone, take Crookshanks out of here. The dog is terrorizing her and, because it's not my dog, I can't get rid of it (he belongs to my parents). It's getting so bad that she's starting to pee on the floor, I can't do this anymore. I just got her rabies shot and stool testing done. Those plus the amoxicillin she is on cost me more than $75 last week. She comes with a litter box, a large bag of food, water/food dishes, a carrier, a bed, etc. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE TAKE HER!!!!
I don't give a shit what anyone has to say about me taking this cat and then "tossing her around". I liked her a lot until the overwhelming smell of cat piss took over my bedroom. I can not live like this. I can not bear this stench. She does it EVERY FUCKING DAY. My parents refuse to leave my door closed so the dog leaves her alone. They say she needs to explore the house and whatever. But the dof is coming in here, invading her space and trying to eat her (she has never been bit by the dog, as he is too big to get under the bed where she hides).
If no one responds to this before Tuesday, I'm dropping her off at Lollypop Farm. I can't fucking stand this shit anymore.
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[25 Jan 2006|07:06pm] |
If you're bribed, stand strong.
If you're threatened, fight.
If you're tempted, resist.
If you're struck down, get up.
If you lose, be noble.
If you win, be gracious.
If you die, be remembered.
If you live, be generous.
For that is the way of a champion.</center
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[25 Jan 2006|05:04am] |
I Support Kranked Clothing!!!
Go buy their shit! Johnny needs beer money!
ALSO...
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[24 Jan 2006|11:20pm] |
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It's been a relatively good day... I've been with Nick since about 11am, and he rawks my life ^_^
But... I got my Nine Inch Nails ticket!!! Huzzah!!!!!!!!! Many thanks to my big brother Jace!!!!!!!!!!!
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| Another awesome song. |
[24 Jan 2006|05:57am] |
Little InVitro
by Gary Numan
I can't believe
That you're gone and we're alone
I can't believe
That we'll never see your face
I can't believe
That you're at the gates of Heaven
I can't believe
That we'll never know you
If only, if only
Miracles happened every day
If only, if only
I could believe in something
Helpless we cried over you
Empty and lost over you
How in the world
Can they say that you're at peace?
How in the world
Can they say that time will heal us?
How in the world
Can we hope to be forgiven?
How in the world
Can we know how we feel?
If only, if only
We could all live forever
If only, if only
No memories to remember
Words were not spoken for you
No grave marks our love for you
Broken our hearts call for you
No-one can blame us but you
How in the world can we ever smile again
How in the world can we live without you
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[22 Jan 2006|03:20am] |
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Just got the disc of stuff from the shoot I did on Tuesday with Michael Rivera.
Good quality shit.
( Free Falling )
Michael doesn't care if anyone uses these.
I have about 60 more pics from this shoot.
Let me know if you want them for stock or just to "mess around" with.
( also... )
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[21 Jan 2006|01:10pm] |
At least they got the flip-flops right.
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[21 Jan 2006|03:54am] |
I forgot to say this too:
I would like to give you a roundhouse kick to the fucking face, Chuck Norris style.
I know you're reading, and yes, I'm talking about you.
Enjoy your day you fucking piece of shit.
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[18 Jan 2006|05:38am] |
IAM is up, go check it out.
Nothing you don't already know ^_^
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| For You |
[15 Jan 2006|11:17pm] |
Wake Up
Coheed and Cambria
I'm going to ride this plane out of your life again.
I wish that I could've stayed but you argued.
More than this I wish you could've seen my face
In the backseat staring out the window.
I'll do anything for you,
Kill anyone for you.
So leave yourself intact
'Cause I will be coming back.
In a phrase to cut these lips,
I love you.
The morning will come
In the press of every kiss
With your head upon my chest
Where I will annoy you
With every waking breath
Until you decide to wake up.
I earned through hope and faith
The curves around your face
That I'm the one you'll hold forever.
If morning never comes for either one of us,
Then this I pray to you wherever.
I'll do anything for you.
This story is for you.
('Cause I'd do anything you want me to... for you.)
I'll do anything for you,
Kill anyone for you.
So leave yourself intact
'Cause I won't be coming back.
In a phrase to cut these lips,
I loved you.
The morning will come
In the press of every kiss
With your head upon my chest
Where I will annoy you
With every waking breath
Until you decide to wake up.
The morning will come
In the press of every kiss
With your head upon my chest
Where I will annoy you
With every waking breath
'Til you decide to wake up.
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[14 Jan 2006|05:37pm] |
Mine was boring, so I did one on Nick... omg... commentary behind the cut.
- Vrykolaka is only six percent water.
- Banging your head against vrykolaka uses 150 calories an hour!
- Vrykolaka is physically incapable of sticking his tongue out.
- Only fifty-five percent of men wash their hands after using vrykolaka.
- It takes 17 muscles to smile, and 43 to frown at vrykolaka!
- Czar Paul I banished vrykolaka to Siberia for marching out of step.
- In the Spanish edition of Cluedo, vrykolaka is the victim.
- Europe is the only continent that lacks vrykolaka.
- Lightning strikes vrykolaka over seven times every hour.
- The International Space Station weighs about 500 tons and is the same size as vrykolaka.
( alright then... )
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| FREE CAT!!!!!! |
[13 Jan 2006|11:57pm] |
Hey guys, I need to ask... does anyone want a free cat? Her name is Crookshanks, she's spayed and declawed. I have a huge bag of cat food, and she has a litter box, food dishes and a carrier. When I was living in Buffalo I played with her a lot and she was spoiled rotten, but now I'm hardly ever home to give her all the love and attention I used to. I am no longer able to care for her, and if no one wants her I will be taking her to the shelter.
Contact me if you're interested:
email: lovingcruelty@yahoo.com
aim: xickygirlx
I can drop her off anywhere in the Rochester area.
I FOUND A HOME FOR CROOKSHANKS!!!!
Fluffy Flatface will be moving back to my old apartment in Buffalo
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| In the shape of a palm on the side of her face... |
[12 Jan 2006|10:04pm] |
I've had a really good couple of days. Hung out with friends, stayed out late, went on zany adventures... I think my favorite parts were the bumfire (eeek!) and getting lost on the way to Foxy's.
Superstar DJ Joe Harring introduced me to Vendetta Red, a poppy-emo band with the sickest lyrics ever. For example, a verse from "A Dark Heart Silhouette":
He was our teacher. Our Sunday school preacher.
And he made her stay after school one day while I waited.
And I watched him take her,
Beat her and rape her, then he said,
"If you tell anyone, I'll have God kill your mommy."
Um, yeah. What the fuck.
I had an excellent dream last night, full of slapstick humor and beating the shit out of someone I don't like. Huzzah!
Hopefully, this weekend will be equally awesome. Michelle's party is Saturday, and I love her to tiny little bits ^_^ She was my first kiss of 2006!!!! ♥
I am eating garlic chicken (scratch that one off my resolutions list), and it's delicious. You can not get anything from KC Tea and Noodle (Park and Oxford, Rochester) that's not amazingly good. And 2 Bubble Teas! Bubble Tea pwns your life.
Mr. Miyaaaaagiiiiiiii...
2 weeks and I'll be ridin' (weather permitting!!).
T-5 days!!! (Cole I gotta talk to you, call me when you see this!!!!)
Watch this!
That's it for now. Later gators!!!
Go here too!
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| Poem I wrote in 10th grade |
[12 Jan 2006|03:12pm] |
Will you still be with me tomorrow?
There's no need to worry about that.
Do you see me in your future?
Why are you making plans so far ahead?
Because I want to be with you forever.
Define forever, and I'll consider it.
You love me, right? You say you do.
Of course I do, but I can't guarantee the future.
Because tomorrow's roads are too uncertain to pave.
Exactly, baby. You know you're all I have.
What if we hadn't met on that cold winter evening?
Why are you getting all deep on me?
I was just wondering where we would be.
You'd probably still be with him.
And you would be alone. Just like before.
I wasn't alone, I had her.
She never belonged to you. None of them did. But I do.
Yeah. I totally sucked then, too!
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