Hi, i just pwned.
Who's house?
Hemet's house.

I was raised Catholic; so maybe it's that Irish superstition showing through. Like the way i always cross myself when i see a car accident on the side of the freeway or the same when i sit on a plane taking off or landing, (making sure you don't see, so i don't have to explain myself).
I'm a firm believer that individuals are placed in front of ( Read more... )

hi. this is me posting a livejournal drunk ( Read more... )

don't itch at it, don't notice it, don't look at it, don't poke at it, don't pull at it. etc.etc ( Read more... )

rrrretard

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Oh, I know this, I remember you, that familiar phrase replaying in my head. It’s not the jealousy; don’t think for a moment I ever thought I wasn’t good enough. It’s not the betrayal; don’t believe for a second I ever trusted you ( Read more... )

i don't know what my major is ( Read more... )

gag me ( Read more... )

I remembered the bumpy sidewalk, the bulky load, the stupid cart with wiggly wheels that always swayed left. I couldn't do it alone. Shirley had to help me while you carried my crate full of my fresh folders and pens. I remembered laughing nervously, searching for friendly faces, and not wanting you to leave ( Read more... )