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hi! this is cristina! i love Jesus!
in case you might have guessed, cristina's livejournal has been HIJACKED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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anyway. hanging out at cristina's. as per usual, i took all her clothes and ate her food. now we're hanging out in our underwear. as per usual. i am wearing my hot black and tan bra (sadly, most people who can read this have seen the hot black and tan bra, and probably now know who this is.) cristina is wearing the now infamous "screw me, screw me now" pink lace bra. we're having tons of fun ;)
cristina says:
hi? i mean, what am i saying? am i supposed to say something. (haha, she's posing like a playboy bunny again. why does she do that?) i'm not posing like a playboy bunny! i don't! i'm not a playboy bunny! i'm not even close to a playboy bunny! i never will be a playboy bunny! (damn, rants are hard to type.) is that enough? okay. what would you like me to say, hun? what shall i discuss with myself. not that anyone reads this and cares, so i don't really see the point of saying anything. i didn't say really. i said i don't see the point (boooooring, let's laugh at the pathetic middle school screen names on cristina's buddy list). snowangel0031? bugaboo8788? my cristina, are all your friends twelve? back to cristina: like i said, i am boring. you people all know that by now. that's why you ignore me. generally works better. (okay, okay, we'll give her a topic) sex. what exactly would you like me to say on the matter? i believe you do know what it is, so you don't need me to define it. (no, i really do xB) you're an idiot. i told you that. i said have i told you that. i'm sure people are going to love this. they're goign to shoot you for this. they're all going to block my livejournal for the rest of my life. not that they read it anyway. i mean... (SLOW DOWN! LORD! I CAN TYPE BUT MY FINGERS ARE NOT MADE OF..... FAST!) ahhahahahahahahahhaahha. ha. ah. yes. well. you're an odd one ***** (i'm not giving away my name. I'm Mrs Jeremy.) yeah, that didn't clue anyone in, of course. don't like all the band people know by now? i love how you don't give your response to anything so its a very one sided conversation, i sound like an idiot. and you just sit there laughing and waiting for me to say MORE. thank you. but i really don't feel like pouring out my soul to you and through you the computer and soul is spelled without a d.
well, i think that was sufficiently trippy.
xoxo.
cristina's subconscious.
in case you might have guessed, cristina's livejournal has been HIJACKED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
xDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
anyway. hanging out at cristina's. as per usual, i took all her clothes and ate her food. now we're hanging out in our underwear. as per usual. i am wearing my hot black and tan bra (sadly, most people who can read this have seen the hot black and tan bra, and probably now know who this is.) cristina is wearing the now infamous "screw me, screw me now" pink lace bra. we're having tons of fun ;)
cristina says:
hi? i mean, what am i saying? am i supposed to say something. (haha, she's posing like a playboy bunny again. why does she do that?) i'm not posing like a playboy bunny! i don't! i'm not a playboy bunny! i'm not even close to a playboy bunny! i never will be a playboy bunny! (damn, rants are hard to type.) is that enough? okay. what would you like me to say, hun? what shall i discuss with myself. not that anyone reads this and cares, so i don't really see the point of saying anything. i didn't say really. i said i don't see the point (boooooring, let's laugh at the pathetic middle school screen names on cristina's buddy list). snowangel0031? bugaboo8788? my cristina, are all your friends twelve? back to cristina: like i said, i am boring. you people all know that by now. that's why you ignore me. generally works better. (okay, okay, we'll give her a topic) sex. what exactly would you like me to say on the matter? i believe you do know what it is, so you don't need me to define it. (no, i really do xB) you're an idiot. i told you that. i said have i told you that. i'm sure people are going to love this. they're goign to shoot you for this. they're all going to block my livejournal for the rest of my life. not that they read it anyway. i mean... (SLOW DOWN! LORD! I CAN TYPE BUT MY FINGERS ARE NOT MADE OF..... FAST!) ahhahahahahahahahhaahha. ha. ah. yes. well. you're an odd one ***** (i'm not giving away my name. I'm Mrs Jeremy.) yeah, that didn't clue anyone in, of course. don't like all the band people know by now? i love how you don't give your response to anything so its a very one sided conversation, i sound like an idiot. and you just sit there laughing and waiting for me to say MORE. thank you. but i really don't feel like pouring out my soul to you and through you the computer and soul is spelled without a d.
well, i think that was sufficiently trippy.
xoxo.
cristina's subconscious.