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I want a scar and not just any scar, but one I can romanticize about. Deep, shredded epidermis grown back over itself in a gnarled mass, thick and putrid, begging for the story of it's origin to be told. A battle trophy on display, a warning to others that if they try, I will not go down easy.

Something I got from an incredible accident...
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marigold:
it wasn't drmatic at all, really. when it came out, it just felt like someone had tugged on my earring. when i saw it land on my lap, i knew i was in for a long night. and with any luck, there won't be any scarring. there's nothing cool about a fucked up ear. i'd just look like some douchebag who got sucker punched.
marllee:
Yes, I can honestly tell you the thought of a threesome has never crossed my mind. I don't like sharing the person i'm with and only feel it should be between the two of us. I'm not knocking other people who are into it though it's just not for me. What bothers me is that the ONLY reason he contacted me was because I was bi. I'm just tired of the idea that being bi equates wanting to fuck anything in sight.

P.S. I'm perfectly aware of the irony right now since my profile here makes me look like a sex fiend but trust me, my Myspace is strictly for my modeling and much more professional. So it really doesn't make sense to me that someone should contact me for a threesome.
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I want a scar and not just any scar, but one I can romanticize about. Deep, shredded epidermis grown back over itself in a gnarled mass, thick and putrid begging for the story of it's origin to be told. A battle trophy on display, a warning to others that if they try, I will not go down easy.

Something I got from an incredible accident...
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Oh, happy day! Calloo! Callay!

Splendid news, absolutely splendid indeed! They just announced we are having the holiday party off site. No breaking down cubicle walls, no rearragning of furniture and plants, no stuffing anything that will fit into storage in the basement so that the 150+ party goers will be less cramped then otherwise!

I love the party we throw but, the set up...
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Just as I thought my boredom would grind me into dust I looked across the smoky bar & grill and espied a mixture of all thngs wonderful coming through the front door. Every move carried with it both grace and purpose as she scanned her surrounding giving no hint of rejection or approval in her deep green eyes. She was other worldly tempting those around...
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Rented Ong Bak last night, some pretty cool shit. The movie got a bit too hyped up I think but, it had a lot of great scenes. Tony Jaa, holy shit! That scene where he's being chased and he leaps over those cars better then an olympic 400m hurdles gold medalist and the way he would jump into the air, move like he was kicking...
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nixon:
That'shysterical.You recognized my squirrel!
nicolletta:
thats rock n roll to me.
blood, sweat, tears... mmm........ drugs chicks old cars cowboys. jajajahahha no no... kiddin.

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smile I baby sat Ember last night and I have been promoted from Unco Bob to Unco Appa juice. She can almost say Seth, it sounds like "est." For now, I kinda like the Unco Appa juice.
marigold:
my name is too easy to pronouce. i don't have the pleasure of hearing little kid improvisations when i get called on.
lucylynne:
I played fullback too! It was alot of fun, but a long time ago. I was a real tomboy. I dont have any performances that I can download bout the opera, all I got is tapes n crap unfortunately. I wish i still sang, perhaps some day I will return to it! How is sunny California? CT is freakin freezing!
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Things are going pretty good right now. My niece, who will turn two next month, has stopped calling me Unca and now calls me Unco Bob. Unfortunately, my name isn't Bob. My Uncle Bob visited from Chi-town a few weeks back and met Ember at a big family barbeque we had with my cousins in Fairfield. I am hoping she is calling me Bob because...
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marigold:
yup, it was the sugarcubes. those albums are pretty good but the guy she sings with is kinda of hard to sit and listen to.
sophie:
ha! thank you. it's easy to have a good birthday when you have a red hat to wear on it.
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Bucky had several things about him that didn't make sense. He never got tired or broke a sweat. He never got sick or worried about anything.

One time we were playing tag in a grocery store parking lot. It had rained the night before so we all kept slipping and falling, smacking ourselves on the pavement and running into parked cars like idiots. I was...
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marigold:
bucky is the king of the fucking mountain.
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I don't need a pager or a cell phone or a message machine or a digital camera, those are for other people. I am simple and have even more simpler needs.

If I need a friend, I turn on the television. The boob tube is my drug, my demigod here on Earth. I am a ball of potential energy dying to become kinetic yet I...
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I spent my weekend being very humanitarian if I do brag so myself. Donated $200 to the Red Cross Katrina fund, $100 to my alma mater (the least I could do since they gave me this cool looking piece of paper that only took 5 years and thousands of dollars for me to get), $50 to the Police Athletics League who arrange activities and clubs...
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andromeda:
What a good person you are. Thanks so much for the comment on my journal. Let's hope I don't make any major decisions that I will regret later. I'm terrified of giving blood, but you make it sound not so bad. kiss
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He wandered off, tired of calling for his mother to come play with him. She was too busy as usual yakking away on the phone. So, through the grass, passed all the cat tails that stuck to his G.I. Joe t-shirt and into the woods he ran. His older brother had built a club house in there with his friends and seven year old Tyler...
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marigold:
i just got around to catching up on your journals. are these your short stories? i love these updates. much more gratifying than the "today i did this with that person" posts.
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Liutenant Carl Berro drummed his ancient metal desk with his pencil harder and harder until the tip broke off, bounced off the wall and landed for two points in the wastebasket nearby.

"Goddamn Ahorn! Four freakin' interceptions," Carl squeezed out from behind clenched teeth. "Ten point spread just gone ta shit! There goes my pride wrapped in a $100 bill." He then let out a...
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calypso:
"Cherry pie"? Haha...

What are your journals all about, exactly?

kiss kiss kiss