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Birthday: 5/2/1988 Gender: Female
Interests: ben folds, ben folds five, blur, clinic, cursive, red hot chili peppers, the hives, the beatles, the monkeys, the dears, the sea and cake, culture camp, when good robots go bad, an emergency, dick cheney's dick, soophie nun squad, pewep in the formats, the walkmen, 5,6,7,8's, nirvana, rufus wainwright, the blood brothers, peelander-z, spice girls, etta james, this bike is a pipe bomb, mailorder midgets, rock over london, crap corps, hot hot heat, my chemical romance, atreyu, eighteen visions, the darkness, blind melon, aesop rock, abba, le tigre, the smiths, marvin gaye, the roots, run dmc, public enemy, as i lay dying, four non blondes, rush, sting, the police, the pixies, self, lou reed and the velvet underground, vertical horizon, white stripes, ACDC.
Occupation: Artist
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Member Since:
5/12/2003
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| i dont write in this thing anymore because i hate xanga. anything of substance i have to say will just be labeled anyway --- so fuck it. | | |
| "SO I TOLD THAT BITCH TO SERVICE ME"
i came in on my dad saying that on the phone, really loud. now my dad screams at me a lot but with everyone else he is all subdued in that pot head sort of way. so yeah i like dropped my plate and i stared at him and i was like "festus, what the fuck."
and he was like "...." so i just stared at my father and then he was like "give me a hug" and i was like " heh, no. "
yeah, thats my story.
sunday, i will be 16. sophomores eat your hearts out. | | |
| i'm dancing to the crystal method and dressy bessy at the same time. at 11:42 am it has been confirmed that i do NOT use time wisely. | | |
| sometimes, music is the only thing that makes me truly happy.
sometimes, music is the only thing that makes me feel safe enough to open up.
sometimes, music is the only thing that seems beautiful to me.
sometimes, music is the only thing... | | |
| i hate explaining to people how i feel. what right or reason have they to care? i do feel better, now that i got out what i needed to get out, but i feel whinny and unreasonable. most people don't truthfully tell you how they feel. how are you? i'm fine -- it goes like that. sometimes, though, how i feel gets too heavy to bear . so if you cause me to feel a certain way i have no other choice than to let you know.
but i'm done with it, all i wanted was an apology and i got one. so i feel restored.
first serious xanga post in a long time. whatev. | | |
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