my apartment smells like RAID. 
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parks:
so do my towels 
moongirl:
sometimes i wish karl marx would just shut up and stop infiltrating all of my homework. at least bourgeoisie is a cool word. 
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revolution:
what class are you taking where you're studying karl marx??
radio_sweetheart:
Hey, you know El_Dorado is back on the site, right? Go post in her journal and make me feel special! 
can i please stop being a looser
parks:
you touched my boobs last night
tinyelvis:
Whats a looser? You must mean loser...... O come on, you're the BEST! and you touched pie's boobs
sunglasses were the central point of my dream last night. 
spazoola:
hallooooo
i am so fucking emotionally unstable.
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moongirl:
do you want a cookie?
radio_sweetheart:
They make pills for that....just ask Alice.... 
what a great day
contrast:
a good morning, at least. 
there's a stranger in my bed
parks:
give the stranger a good kick
my hair is mauve. not red, as it should have been, but mauve. weird.
audrey_dean:
Yes, but think of all the opportunities you'll have to say, 'I like to mauve it, mauve it.'
judas:
mauve = a better word than peuce, though perhaps not a better colour.
creepy songs that rock...
The street light winds, through my cheap, fanician blinds.
The hip hop beats will not go to sleep.
So I step outside and go stalking in the night,
Cause I don't know what to do about my life..
So I'm watching you sleep - right outside your window.
Inches away from sleeping with you.
And you don't even know it -...
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The street light winds, through my cheap, fanician blinds.
The hip hop beats will not go to sleep.
So I step outside and go stalking in the night,
Cause I don't know what to do about my life..
So I'm watching you sleep - right outside your window.
Inches away from sleeping with you.
And you don't even know it -...
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rylie:
Where did you get those lyrics? fanician? venetian. Bin? Been. Worca Dress? Work Address.
your isn't you're.
Don't hurt Bleu like that.
your isn't you're.
Don't hurt Bleu like that.
parks:
ooh what song is that?
I'll be sad and cry acid tears, and I might hurt my skin, and it'll be all your fault.
parks:
don't cry, if you do then I might cry
runk:
I'm sorry. I promise I won't do it again,OK?