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Y'know, the best part about myspace is realizing how lucky you are with your life after viewing portions of other people's lives. I'm happy with who I am (for the most part,) and who I'm with. I don't have some skanky whore on my arm (or other extremity,) whose only goal is to get more to "fulfill" herself with. I'm with someone who loves me and cares about me, even if we disagree about certain things. She's special. And I care about her very, very much.
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Okay America, you dragged it out of me: I love her, so very, very much. And I'm certainly not going to trade her in for another model. I like the one I got.
Now, as for me... I'm icky.
I still, however, want to kill every moron I've ever met, as well as every moron that I may ever meet. As well as a certain list of people. Ah, homicide. It's suh-wheat.
-Diggity-diggity-diggity-David
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Okay America, you dragged it out of me: I love her, so very, very much. And I'm certainly not going to trade her in for another model. I like the one I got.
Now, as for me... I'm icky.
I still, however, want to kill every moron I've ever met, as well as every moron that I may ever meet. As well as a certain list of people. Ah, homicide. It's suh-wheat.
-Diggity-diggity-diggity-David