Hey, do this for me now. Comment anonymously and leave me a secret, a compliment, something random, a love note, song lyrics, your age, how long we've been friends, and a hint to who you are.
a. I have weird issues with the word "bisexual," and an odd refusal to identify myself as such. b. You're freaking adorable, you know that? c. I spent an inordinate amount of time trying to find episodes of Arthur on the internet yesterday, and all I found was the lousy theme song on youtube. d. Dear Cassie, I'm glad we ended up friends, even if I did let *her* influence my opinion of you for much too long. I love you bunches and poodles. That's a typo, but I like it - bunches and poodles, hehe. e. "Sing, muse, of the passion of the pistol / sing, muse, of the warning by the whistle / on a night so dark and waning / a dawn obscured by slate sky raining." f. (sweet?) sixteen. g. 2 years this August. h. I often say things like, "I am the least/most [insert quality here] person I know." Like, I am the least cryptic and/or subtle person I know.
Secret: I do not mind the smell of skunk. Compliment: Cassie, you are very lovely in all senses of the word. Random: I'm having a serious craving for some kind of salty snack right now. Love note: "Dear Cassie. I love you and want to have your girl-babies." Song lyrics: "Red oak sugar and Korean dogwood and Korean dogwood/ Vibes tug to run roam/ Lit by mission moonlight/ Kangas on that hillside/ You are my life/ And you baffle me some." Age: Six plus teen. How long we've been friends: Um. Not sure here. Four years plus, probably. Hint: I'm... a girl?
i didnt read this through lol, typical me.cyber_punk_rmJuly 18 2007, 22:12:58 UTC
i love french fries and ice cream (together)
you're a daarling! <3 even though you suck at parralel bars.
dear cassie, i adore you, in every sense of the word "I"
"You think its strange, that there's a way of how you looked, and how you act, and how you think pretend they're not the same as you.
Do you know about her strength in convictions or how she puts all her faith in religion. Did we take the time to really discover, how little we know about each other.
Keep us from saying anything. Can't separate from everything. And all this really means is you're one in a crowd and you're paranoid of every sound. You're not the friend you won't miss anyhow."
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b. You're freaking adorable, you know that?
c. I spent an inordinate amount of time trying to find episodes of Arthur on the internet yesterday, and all I found was the lousy theme song on youtube.
d. Dear Cassie, I'm glad we ended up friends, even if I did let *her* influence my opinion of you for much too long. I love you bunches and poodles. That's a typo, but I like it - bunches and poodles, hehe.
e. "Sing, muse, of the passion of the pistol / sing, muse, of the warning by the whistle / on a night so dark and waning / a dawn obscured by slate sky raining."
f. (sweet?) sixteen.
g. 2 years this August.
h. I often say things like, "I am the least/most [insert quality here] person I know." Like, I am the least cryptic and/or subtle person I know.
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Compliment: Cassie, you are very lovely in all senses of the word.
Random: I'm having a serious craving for some kind of salty snack right now.
Love note: "Dear Cassie. I love you and want to have your girl-babies."
Song lyrics: "Red oak sugar and Korean dogwood and Korean dogwood/ Vibes tug to run roam/ Lit by mission moonlight/ Kangas on that hillside/ You are my life/ And you baffle me some."
Age: Six plus teen.
How long we've been friends: Um. Not sure here. Four years plus, probably.
Hint: I'm... a girl?
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you're a daarling! <3 even though you suck at parralel bars.
dear cassie, i adore you, in every sense of the word "I"
"You think its strange, that there's a way
of how you looked, and how you act, and how you think
pretend they're not the same as you.
Do you know about her strength in convictions
or how she puts all her faith in religion.
Did we take the time to really discover,
how little we know about each other.
Keep us from saying anything.
Can't separate from everything.
And all this really means is
you're one in a crowd
and you're paranoid of every sound.
You're not the friend
you won't miss anyhow."
im almost 16 baby!
we've been friends nearly 2 years
and i am proudly almost russian.
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