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I've had another livejournal, and I'm sick of this one. So, this could very well be the end. -
But she's probably only looking for...
Krystin made me fall in love with this song.
Keep the noise low
She doesn't wanna blow it
Shaking head to toe
While your left hand does "the show me around"
Quickens your heartbeat
It beats me straight into the ground.
You don't recover from a night like this
A victim still lying in bed, completely motionless
A hand moves in the dark to a zipper
Hear a boy ( Read more... ) -
And every bone I break, it's all for you.
plastcsurgrybeth: i love you, bridger ( Read more... ) -
So you take a load off and you smoke a little pot.
Yep.
You can all suck my nuts. -
Stop me and steal my breath.
Last night Evan said he had a dream and I was in it. He now knows me as "Fight Club Nicole." And I'm okay with that, but I guess the dream was that I was standing around and I was mad at "that boy". It was really, kinda weird ( Read more... ) -
For although I am only a student of the victim, I have many, many styles. Try my choking style HUAH!
Uh...
Hm.
My bowels are making some pretty sweet noises right now.
Jordon wants me to make out with Nick, randomly.
Apparently I'm the makeout-slut, now.
Yay fer me. -
And when there is no hope, I smoke some crack, I shoot some dope.
Today was so long and sucky. I was in the worst mood ever, and people were getting under my skin to such great extents. My secret crush wasn't in school today. That was uncool. However, Diane and I have both decided that we don't have school girl crushes on JW any longer. I just know I've got a sweet giddy-school-girl-crush on yackity schmackity ( Read more... ) -
Let's try to keep as much emotion out of this as possible.
My internet is being really rediculous ( Read more... )