we drank champagne and danced all night under electric candlelight

[sassy_pumpkin]

Today I hung out with Brett. I watched Mean Girls but he fell asleep. I make him sleepy. Somehow, I took no offense to that. Well, maybe a little. Oh well, I love him anyways. He's a sweetheart

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[boozer_raver]

This is probably just a lame coincidence, but it's happened a few times. If I really want something bad to happen to someone, something bad happens. For example, 3 years ago when I played football, I HATED this kid named Jordan Jones. He looked like a chicken, had the biggest fucking ass in the world, and was a fuckin loser. I looked at him with disgust one day and hoped that he got hurt so I could see him cry and not have to deal with him until next season. Next play, he fucked the fuck out of his collar bone, and I never saw that bitch again. In fact, when I used to explain my undying hatred for this mother fucker, I'd draw pictures of him and send them to people. Here is one I found just a second ago. Enjoy!

[lipstickbullets]

i think that everyone has thoughts like that. it just happens. i dont know if there's much you can do... other than maybe try to not think about it?

dont be sad...i still love you : )

[xbigcheese]

Once in grade 6 or 7, me and Tanya were on a basketball team with a girl named Liz Lowen, who was always kind of mean to us, so we drew a picture of her and crossed out her leg (just like we had seen on Children Of The Corn). Next practice, we saw that she had hurt her leg. It was kind of creepy.

My dad has an unhealthy facination with our vacuum cleaner.

Please feel better!