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Gabriel :P 175, wow!

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Your Kissing Purity Score: 66% Pure
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Shit. Why'd he have to come in? My job already sucks ass. I have to get up every morning at 5 am, just to get to this job by 7. Everythings dirty here, and that cook Louie is a freakin pervert. Shit. And then on top of all that I have to see him again. He's changed. He used to be dark and sensitive, the type of guy you look up to. Now he's some ( Read more... )

When I saw her, I couldn't believe my eyes. I was just stopping in to some greasy little restaurant, and here I see Nancy Reems, good ol' Nancy Reems, the girl I used to hang out with in school. The sweet nice little girl who used to sit in the library and read during lunch has faded away leaving "Nan". At least that's what it says on her nametag. ( Read more... )

I GOT MY BRACES OFF!!!

I got a letter from Gabriel (yes I know, I talk about him a lot, but I love him a lot, so it balances out) It smelled of his cologne, and it made me cry. I am one of the luckiest girls in the world (BTW. A big Congrats go out to Lissa and Jesse. Always a bridesmaid (i will be with you guys in thought) never a bride.) It made me finally get off my ( Read more... )

On 6/8/05 I wrote this
http://www.livejournal.com/users/lenndrix/30562.html
I was reading it the other day, and I figured that a story is incomplete without looking at all angles of it.

I wonder what she was in there for...
What?
I wonder what she was in there for...
Who?
You know damn well who.
Well what does it matter? She doesn't want to see ( Read more... )

Under the spreading chestnut tree, i sold you and you sold me

My only mistake was loving her. To use her for her body, that was one thing. Loving her was entirely differant. I'm glad now that I am fixed. I can't believe I couldn't see that I was broken. But O'Brien saw. And O'Brien fixed me. Love between a man and a woman does not exist. There is ( Read more... )

As I sit here I slowly become aware of my need to update, and the incessant ticking of the clock. It does seem funny how I notice this, for I own one of those old clocks that has no tick. It just blatantly shows the time, with no regard for my ticking needs. This however, has nothing to do with my story, whatsoever.

My mother is needy, attention- ( Read more... )