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Dear Diary,
He's still a dreamboat. Still. Sigh. [He's going to lose interest.]
Love,
Amber
Today: Little Rock
Tomorrow: The world. Little Rock, still. -
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Holy Fuckin' Shit! I'm done with schooooool ( Read more... ) -
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man, i wanna mack on that fuckin' anthony kid. -
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Sufjan Stevens. Wow. Fuck. Amazing. Even more than expected.
The opening act was Amanda LeFevre. Exactly. Her name was Liz James, but I swear to god, it was fucking LeFern. It was nice. She played a ukelalee (I can't spell).
Then, the gang ("The Illinoise-makers") came out in cheerleading outfits, and Sufjan clad in a fucking Stars 'N Stripes ( Read more... ) -
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godspeed! you brock elliott! -
To the two assholes sleeping in the other room:
I don't a crush on everyone, suckas. You assholes are just jealous that I have a crush on a kid who looks like your stupid friend that is a girl. You guys just stay asleep and read this later, after I wake you up cleaning the kitchen. Then we'll see who has a crush on Tammy Crew. It will still be me, cause that kid is real real cute.
Fuck you guy -
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what is the clarke's guy likes sara and was just flirting with me to be nice? dammmmmit. i hope not.
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Sara and I made the best mix CD (entitled: "ASS, TITTY, BOOTY MIX") ever for a stupid party, but it's mostly just for personal use. Those fuckers at the party won't even appreciate it. Most of the song are about "fucking," which I figured out was my pented up sexual tension/frustration. Anyway, it's really good, and here's the playlist ( Read more... )