Here we are inside this dance listening to Sting & The Police. The year is 1981. Strip away the shell from your egg carton eyes. Can't you see? The Astrology in her faulty footsteps tells everything. She makes compound words like second nature. When the tone grows low, the timbre solemn, the scent of gin and tonic grows obvious. We no longer have
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Ps welcome to my buddy list PEACE OUT SIDE I AM A JEDI ( Yoda is what i got)
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1) She doesn't know you, she prolly doesn't care, she goes to random search and friends all of the journals she sees, and she prolly friends all of your friends journals as well.
2) She doesn't tell anyone who she is, and she will not comment in your journal.
3) For the sake of those reading, if you enjoy reading her entries then perhaps you could explain why rather than mindlessly ramble on about how wonderful she is, on the other hand if you hate her writing either don't post solely so you can abuse her but rather post constructive criticism.
4) After you read this comment please do not ask the same questions you've already asked, it becomes tiring, and when more of the new people ask explain to them what I have just told you.
5) If you don't want to be her friend fine, but don't scream and cuss at the people writing here, it gets old fast.
Thanks for your time.
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or abuse of people getting annoyed with phantom LJers?
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