Unf.
Journal Entry: Thu Nov 3, 2005, 12:04 PM
You guuuuuuuuuys...
It's really hard to write with someone pounding on your front door.
PLZ BE OF THE KNOWING THAT I AM AWARE WE ARE BEHIND IN OUR RENT. POUNDING ON THE DOOR WILL NOT MAKE ME PAY YOU FASTER. It will make me hide in my room with my blankets over my head.
- Mood:
OMGWTF. - Listening to: something by DACCO
Devious Comments
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wahmmmbulance
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"Nothing of importance happened today."
<33
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stars for heaven; flowers for earth.
Yours, Beaky
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If I were straight, I would be squeeing right now.
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Doc: You know, I really think we should try a non-violent approach to resolve this.
O'Malley: I agree, except replace the word 'non' with 'extremely' and after the word 'violent' include the phrase 'blood explosion extraordinaire'!
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Ganguro Girl!
I
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[link] really cool site!
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Standing in the pouring rain, I promise I won't cry again. . .
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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comment, because you care.
share your love and not your hate.
love the artist, before yourself.
meditate on this.
Random Deviant
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" In order to not be touched, I don't touch.
Gradually I begin to not feel anything real."
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divorced beheaded died
divorced beheaded survived
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"I am... THE SATANIC SQUEAKY TOY!"
"Did you know that rotten human flesh tastes like some kind of cheese?"
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