![]() i just found a friend . . . in one of your lies, to treat me so nice. |
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break it down now.
well kiddos. went to court this morning. at 9 in the good ol' a. of m.2004-04-12 : 3:22 p.m. so much time. / so little to do. strike that, reverse it . . . the judge was actually pretty cool. just as a person in general. it was neat. and yes, i came to that conclusion before being sentenced. so what'd i get? well, it was a class b misdemeanor (driving while not insured) so one of the first things he said to me was that i could get 30 days in jail and like a $1000 fine. meh, he basically just asked me if i had insurance now, and i told him i got it the day after being cited. so he asked what the fuck i was doing driving without insurance and i just told him i had no idea it was illegal to drive without. so he said good thing you didn't get in any accidents. and then asked if i've ever been in trouble before. i said no. he said "well what we're gonna do it defer the charge" so yeah, they decided that they wouldn't want this to be on my record, so the only "punishment" i got was 12 months unsupervised probation. which means if i don't fuck up within the next 12 months this whole thing will be permanently removed from my record and i will have a clean slate again. yaaay. i did have to pay the $100 court fee still, but hey, it could have been worse. yaaay. oh but fuck me. i couldn't sleep til like 4 this morning. then i woke up once to nate and kenzie talking (she got him from the train station at like 5) and then i had to get up at 8 to go to court. so i come home and it takes me a while to fall asleep cause christian is hitting up "empire records" and for some reason every time a song plays the bass line runs rampant through the house. i decided not to bitch though, just try to get some sleep, so eventually i fell asleep. only to be promptly woken up by nate blaring the vengaboys in his room. which is directly below mine. he's on my "to kill" list now. it's no big deal. |
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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.) |