ive been writing a shitload and hopefully i wont upload it all and overwhelm you with shitty poetry >.<. working hardcore on my gold award now and i hate my senior paper topic, what are your topics?
so my dream of outward bound for the past 11 years is gone and it sucks. its so expensive. so im going to try to convince my parents to let me back pack alone for 2 weeks this summer. tough but its what i want.
the little girl i babysit asked me what love is and i told her boys are icky and have cooties so she should stay away.... i cant wait for her mom to ask what thats about lol.
so for some reason im mad nervous right now and i dont know why. its wierd and freaky and i do not like it one bit. well happy fall people who actually bother to read these. i hope youre not as cold as i am right now.








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11th Comandment: Thou Shalt Not write A Mary-Sue.
And thus the Bible became forfit.....
"Cuddle that bar stool!"
I am gonna ride the Sub-zero rape coaster all the way to Six Figs Faggot Mansion Theme Park!
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Le no an-uir nîn? Sen tîr?
Ni quorya.
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11th Comandment: Thou Shalt Not write A Mary-Sue.
And thus the Bible became forfit.....
"Cuddle that bar stool!"
I am gonna ride the Sub-zero rape coaster all the way to Six Figs Faggot Mansion Theme Park!
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Le no an-uir nîn? Sen tîr?
Ni quorya.
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Goddam money. It always ends up making you blue as hell.
~J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye
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Le no an-uir nîn? Sen tîr?
Ni quorya.
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