![]() i just found a friend . . . in one of your lies, to treat me so nice. |
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off the richter.
2004-04-08 : 7:36 p.m. so much time. / so little to do. strike that, reverse it . . . last night was amazing. "i need some fresh air and a cigarette" amazing. voiles nicole and i threw ourselves a party in the downstairs kitchen. complete with a beer bong, strobe light, black light, some awesome bad music, and a fog machine. each of us bonged like 5 beers each consecutively. today i got up to get some mcdonald's breakfast and to take voiles to pracs. then i tried to go back to sleep but the kids in the basement were being way too loud. so i got up, went and got myself a haircut appt made. as well as an appt for a facial. (it's free, whoo). developed my film. got my eyebrows waxed. (ar har har!). the place i got it done at had like.. a beaded curtains and bamboo plants and "cannibis" lotion. it was amazing. anyway. all that shit is totally free, all the crap i did and made appointments for. it's free cause i have the coolest cupon book ever. also free were the makeovers nicole and i got this afternoon. the makeup job sucked cock, but we each got a free $11 lip gloss. haha! enough of all that stupid shit. picture time. hardcore. first of all. the pics from my jungle juice dance party i threw at brian's place. drunken photos are the best. especially when there's just a small handful cause you're too drunk to take them right properly. the loverly snow white: sir matt: kenzie and christian. (i just think the look on his face is funny.): broc scowling (like usual) and suzie : next up. the adventure where my van got caught on some train tracks. for a few hours. god that was scary. and i lost a running board in it, among lord knows what else. kenzie. my loverly van. now we have the pics from the night i had some kids in my dorm room and we all got written up! yay! without further ado.. matt and his forty. fisk and suze again. ain't they cuuuuuute. hah... i think suzie just likes posing with people when she's drunk.. (her and matt): so here's some random pics. of my house basically. my family in my kitchen. (suzie, becky, christian, mackenzie, nate) note nate's awesome mr. potato head jammies. my room. (voiles: do you play guitar? me: no i only have three just for decoration.) my house. broc's booby trap he made in my room, fashioned of tape and scissors. then here is some pics of my new haircut that i gave myself a couple weeks ago. camera one. camera two. and i'm spent. past. : present. : future. |
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>> 4:05 : blatant female conspiracy. current archive profile guestbook notes rings poetic tragedy. bitch and moan. cast. random photos. lucky designs host |
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>> this isnt' high school. Wearing: jeans, green and white saddle shoes with pink and white checkered laces, an orange tank top and a vintage orange/red/yellow/brown/green apron that was my mom's back in the day. Talking to: no one. it's all you, suga'. Feeling: jim dandy. Listening to: jet's "get born". |
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>> hurry up and wait. eeeebaaaay.. - 2005-03-04 it's for the love of the song. - 2005-02-15 play the piano drunk like a percussion instrument.. - 2004-11-10 ..til the fingers begin to bleed a bit. - 2004-11-10 maybe we'll get lucky and we'll both live again. - 2004-11-06 |
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>> there's always someone who's gotta spoil it for the rest of the gang. cheeseballs drayke himfan xgeekxcorex milkweasel deadforweeks yummgotrice theclashboy american-emo mylitlepony buriedaliive tumyeto after-you velvethrsday boo-on-spam poopyface schlimazlnik or bored? skateboarding is a lifestyle. not a fad. homestarrunner.net, it's .com. someone is giving me the evil eye.
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>> the past can kick your ass. "punks lament lost love, vocal chords." this summer rocked my socks off. and at the same time . . . it was so sad . . . |
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>> sink to the beat. * i used to be sad, now i'm just bored with you. * (- lyrics by ryan adams.) |