Heyyyy, ahaha I wanna let everyone know I don't mean all of those disturbing things I said about Mrs. Jastrem in the Jastrem journal. God I'm just kidding. Hey you think that's bad, you should hear Kelly threaten people. But I really would never mean that that's so horrible. Ummm school sucked as usual. But I don't know what I'm doing tomorrow for
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much love
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but i am commenting in your journal like your away message says to.
(so you obviously know who it is because WELL DUH)
lallsalalalalal
umm hmm something i love/hate about you.
WELL
your very perky, but like insane crazy perky. good thing
you can somehow put up with people that you hate with a buring passion. good thing
and i could just continue but social studies calls. so later loser
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i love you soooo much
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and we have go to one of those cheap date concert things for BRU cuzz cuzz jen and jessie won't go..lol i can just see jessie at one of those (love you jessie:))
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cant you see?
yeah im a major fan of that band you know, the Used they are total rockers mannn
hah just kidding i love you whoever you are.
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and so this is why i am saying to you. i had a wonderfully orgasmic thanksgiving. peace
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..........................I HATE ANNE OF GREEN GABLES! I JUST PRETENED TO LIKE IT CUZ YOUR MY FRIEND!:D <-----AND THAT FACE IS UGLY! EVEN THO YOU ALREADY KNEW I THOUGHT THAT
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Allie Dix,
Is a pixie stick,
She sits on her small bum full of sweet,
Always dancing on her plum colored feet.
She smiles and the world is blinded,
By the shiny diamonds that widen.
Her hair is the olive oil,
that dresses my salad and makes me grow a boil.
The face is tan, Like the fan,
that i left out until Christmas and gathered dust,
and my mother made a fuss.
Your soul is a jack in the box,
always waiting to erupt,
like the sly red fox,
that watches you fall into the puzzle of idiocy. <-(craziness, idiot)
You are the perfect tomato in my garden of herbs,
And the rodent that keeps spinning i name "Gerbs"
When will we grow up,
the world may never know,
The sound of a silent butterfly toot and its a split of the ribs,
So the moral of the story is,when eating spaghetti with allison,
Remeber to wear bibs.
-A tall, tall lemon tree.
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