Converstation from yesterday still is getting to me.
Who the fuck doesn't know Gabe, Shannon, or Xtian... and can still act
like they know anyone in the fucking "scene" *vomit*?! (Scene being
their choice of words not mine)
No really.... oooo... You wear fishnets, and have a facial hole... you
have spooky myspace photos... and???
Mostly this makes me irratated because the people who behave...
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Who the fuck doesn't know Gabe, Shannon, or Xtian... and can still act
like they know anyone in the fucking "scene" *vomit*?! (Scene being
their choice of words not mine)
No really.... oooo... You wear fishnets, and have a facial hole... you
have spooky myspace photos... and???
Mostly this makes me irratated because the people who behave...
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feyd:
There's really nothing that says you *have* to deal with them, is there?
From having anya I gained about 65 to 70 pounds. I weighed in at 180
when my water broke.
A year later I wear a size 7 from wearing a 4 before.
I know this isn't too bad. And I'm still losing weight.
But sometimes it gets to me.
That maybe selfish. However its my body.
I don't eat meat. I hardly have dairy.
But...
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when my water broke.
A year later I wear a size 7 from wearing a 4 before.
I know this isn't too bad. And I'm still losing weight.
But sometimes it gets to me.
That maybe selfish. However its my body.
I don't eat meat. I hardly have dairy.
But...
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Often I feel I sit here with my pen and paper writing to a ghost.
I should paint my nails purple and call you son.
I wonder, do you still have that box of letters that carefully displayed
my maddness and my love?
Do you still cherish my words like a fine wine on a cold december day?
Or have I become that neglected banshie,...
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I should paint my nails purple and call you son.
I wonder, do you still have that box of letters that carefully displayed
my maddness and my love?
Do you still cherish my words like a fine wine on a cold december day?
Or have I become that neglected banshie,...
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Often I feel I sit here with my pen and paper writing to a ghost.
I should paint my nails purple and call you son.
I wonder, do you still have that box of letters that carefully displayed
my maddness and my love?
Do you still cherish my words like a fine wine on a cold december day?
Or have I become that neglected banshie,...
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I should paint my nails purple and call you son.
I wonder, do you still have that box of letters that carefully displayed
my maddness and my love?
Do you still cherish my words like a fine wine on a cold december day?
Or have I become that neglected banshie,...
Read More
tilpacer:
YAY! Love! 
Have a great day!
Have a great day!
I think I've ran in circles about my heart before.
I ran in a big ten year one.
Normally its the tail wagging the dog.
And my gore in knots about the letter J, or the northern ashes...
Roses, rain, walks at night.
(Let us not forget the devil in the desert)
But I'm good.
I'm a good girl.
I took a quiz and it...
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I ran in a big ten year one.
Normally its the tail wagging the dog.
And my gore in knots about the letter J, or the northern ashes...
Roses, rain, walks at night.
(Let us not forget the devil in the desert)
But I'm good.
I'm a good girl.
I took a quiz and it...
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I think I've ran in circles about my heart before.
I ran in a big ten year one.
Normally its the tail wagging the dog.
And my gore in knots about the letter J, or the northern ashes...
Roses, rain, walks at night.
(Let us not forget the devil in the desert)
But I'm good.
I'm a good girl.
I took a quiz and it...
Read More
I ran in a big ten year one.
Normally its the tail wagging the dog.
And my gore in knots about the letter J, or the northern ashes...
Roses, rain, walks at night.
(Let us not forget the devil in the desert)
But I'm good.
I'm a good girl.
I took a quiz and it...
Read More