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| I need a freaking job. That is it. | | |
| It is hard to make a new entry when I am not sure what to say. Summer has been odd. I am tested everday on how I feel, and that sucks, although I have brought it upon myself. I will add later.
edit: Thanks to a fellow xanga post:
lauren, Your Porn Star name is Kenny Kingpin.
lauren, Your ideal excuse today is
My kids are locked inside.
lauren, Your ideal chatup line is
Hi, I need your help! My mom says that if I don't get a date by tomorrow, she's putting me up for adoption..
Your Personnel expected death date is 21 July 2064
You have excatly 21592 days to live.
These weekends do not come quickly enough. I think there is stress put upon us that seems to only bring trouble, but hopefully it will all turn out for the best. I'm sorry for my ridiculous thoughts. I am just a ridiculous person. I can say I am never having children. Ever. Maybe a dog of my own, but I think that will be plenty. I could just be saying that seeing as how I am a huge slacker about everything. I just need my shop in Florida/Cali, which ever comes first. Peace out. | | |
| so i blew my spanish presentation. man do i hate talking in spanish in front of people. oh well. it is over now. ha. | | |
| Sometimes living in a fantasy is so fun. I have ruined mine, but that is ok. Damn my interest and the internet (i'm not talking about porn if someone thinks that). Only two characters are for real, at least I think. I don't know why it matters, but it just crushes me. What a loser I am. Ha. Can't wait till next week. | | |
| "Night Drive"
Lay back baby and we'll do this right
There's blankets in back we can use
I'll start the car, but we'll stay in park
The cold can kill us before fumes
Now's the right time for a good song
Got something to say what I can't
Do you feel bad, like I feel bad?
We'll pour us a road, we'll both drink and drive
Kiss me with your cherry lipstick
Never wash you off my face
Hit me I can take your cheap shots
Leave you with the love we made
Come alive on the driver's side
So close I taste your breath
Your lips go dry, but they're sweet inside
Wine must go right to your head
It'd be easy if you get mad
But three fingers point back to you
We could stay here
Stay out all night
No one will know us and the moonlight
Kiss me with your cherry lipstick
Never wash you off my face
Hit me, I can take your cheap shots
Leave you with the love we made
I set my watch by a street-side clock
A needle in echo groove
You pierce my heart like a willing arm
Your ticking makes my blood move
There's no way out this fade out
Be Happy to Get what you do
Make him notice with both fists
Cause quitting alone will never get you dry
Never get you dry
Give me everything you've got now
I don't feel a single thing
Drag me out into the cold rain
Let it hover over me
Kiss me with your cherry lipstick
Never wash you off my face
Hit me, I can take your cheap shots
Leave you with the love we made
Hit me, I can take your cheap shot
Leave you with the love we made
Hit me, I can take your cheap shot
Leave you with the love we made
Yummy. | | |
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