"every 17 minutes, at least six americans lose a loved on to suicide, for a total loss of life to suicide of more than 30,000 people each year."

and i'm deffinatly not one of those 30,000. i think that's a big accomplishment for me.

oh yea. and i got poked. again. word.

i heart poptarta.

the end.

suck my dick. suck my mother fucking dick.holy christ ( Read more... )

eh. ha. um. let's just say i had the biggest hair dye accident of my entire life last night//this morning at 100am. that'll teach me to not mess with anything in the wee hours of the morning.

post script: are we still goin clubbin tonight?? if we are ,my cell needs to be dialed. 609.440.3804. and where the hell are we going?oh yea. which of you ( Read more... )

oh snap, guys! I'M WEARING SNEAKS!

and yes, it was very nessicary to update once more, just to inform everyone of that. 100%. word. i'll have pictures later.

( i stole from donna )

i hate boys that have girlfriends that still insist on asking "what are you doing tomorrow". there's no point. i miss being in love, and being loved. i love the nights where you're just crusin' down the highway with two of your best friends, radio loud, windows half down because someone got chilly, and just dancing in the car seat, which then in ( Read more... )

i took over chrissi's myspace.

so take that, miss poptart. boo ya.

oh wait.

that was a good one for me, yes it was. how about a tea party tomorrow evenin'?

i have to talk proper to be sassy. oh yes. you know that you are very jealous.

i miss sir studd muffin. oh well, i suppose.

bed.

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