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Chh.
So...word.
Right now, Bryce is posting this for me.
Très gentils fille, n'est-ce pas?
@some point, dears
I will go into much further detail about the Battle of the Bands.
It was très fabu no doubt.
I went with Máiri, the motha' fuckin' S-Q-U-A-R-E.
&uh...I met these kids there, kno'm-sayin'? They were and are 10 diff. kinds of awesome-neat.
One o' em, Bryce, is ...well, damn, I'm fucking redundant. But, you get the gist.
I saw this bumper sticker that I am -SO- going to steal. &it said FBI: Full Blooded Irish. OWNAGE
Mmm...I'm going to post, in later times, the pictures from B.o.t.B's. Since they were just gorgemous x10, fo' sheezy.
So...HOLY SHIT, WEIß!
No, but for real, I had an ultra breakdown the other day, but that shall be for a later,
more exclusive, super-cool-kids only FriendsOnly journal entry, because I'm a stingy
anus that likes to make people feel inadequacy like the mega Quazaar God that I am.
...OH MY MUM.
On faut Iá oú á dit: >>"Tu mère; elle est motherfucking MERDE!"that's love.
I talk in riddles.
I kiss the sky.
I dig my toes into the snow, and lean forward.
My weakness in my lips.
I smile and I wave my fingers, and give the snow a kiss.
It kisses me back, and my spirit does a flip.
My eyes they open, my mouth it shuts, and I get a feeling like this:
peace, happiness; it found me.
My hide-and-go-seek game is over.
I'm glad that it ended...with the luck of my sweet scented...
...the taste of crushed roses; velvet.
This is my description of a miracle.
So...word.
Right now, Bryce is posting this for me.
Très gentils fille, n'est-ce pas?
@some point, dears
I will go into much further detail about the Battle of the Bands.
It was très fabu no doubt.
I went with Máiri, the motha' fuckin' S-Q-U-A-R-E.
&uh...I met these kids there, kno'm-sayin'? They were and are 10 diff. kinds of awesome-neat.
One o' em, Bryce, is ...well, damn, I'm fucking redundant. But, you get the gist.
I saw this bumper sticker that I am -SO- going to steal. &it said FBI: Full Blooded Irish. OWNAGE
Mmm...I'm going to post, in later times, the pictures from B.o.t.B's. Since they were just gorgemous x10, fo' sheezy.
So...HOLY SHIT, WEIß!
No, but for real, I had an ultra breakdown the other day, but that shall be for a later,
more exclusive, super-cool-kids only FriendsOnly journal entry, because I'm a stingy
anus that likes to make people feel inadequacy like the mega Quazaar God that I am.
...OH MY MUM.
On faut Iá oú á dit: >>"Tu mère; elle est motherfucking MERDE!"that's love.
I talk in riddles.
I kiss the sky.
I dig my toes into the snow, and lean forward.
My weakness in my lips.
I smile and I wave my fingers, and give the snow a kiss.
It kisses me back, and my spirit does a flip.
My eyes they open, my mouth it shuts, and I get a feeling like this:
peace, happiness; it found me.
My hide-and-go-seek game is over.
I'm glad that it ended...with the luck of my sweet scented...
...the taste of crushed roses; velvet.
This is my description of a miracle.