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[19 Nov 2009|05:05pm] |
i'm not going to write in here anymore because i dont like the way it makes me feel to write in here. i started a new livejournal called ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) flooty and i invite you to friend me over there if you're interested in keeping up with my wacky life.
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[26 Oct 2008|01:34pm] |
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okay, okay! you're right
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[22 Oct 2008|12:00am] |
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i'm not gonna write in here anymore
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[20 Jun 2008|09:07am] |
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i'm coming home on saturday but i'll be down the shore the whole time!
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[02 Nov 2007|12:53am] |
"friends" only
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[02 Sep 2007|11:55am] |
I know a girl who cries when she practices violin
cause each note sounds so pure
it just cuts into her
and then the melody comes pouring out her eyes
and now to me everything else
it just sounds like a lie.
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[02 Apr 2007|04:04pm] |
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In going where you have to go, and doing what you have to do, and seeing what you have to see, you dull and blunt the instrument you write with. But I would rather have it bent and dulled and know I had to put it on the grindstone again and hammer it into shape and put a whetstone to it, and know that I had something to write about, than to have it bright and shining and nothing to say, or smooth and well oiled in the closet, but unused.
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[25 Feb 2007|02:26pm] |
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:o)
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[31 Dec 2006|01:56pm] |
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i really love all of my friends and i'm lucky to have them.
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[06 Dec 2006|05:50pm] |
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first A+ of college
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[26 Nov 2006|05:06pm] |
I remember when the days were long
and the nights when the living room was on the lawn.
Constant quarreling the childish fits
and our clothes in a pile on the ottoman.
All the slander and double speak were only foolish attempts
to show you did not mean,
anything but the blatant proof was your lips touching mine in the photobooth.
And as the summers ending the cool air rush your hard heart away.
You were so condescending,
and this is all that's left
scraping paper to document.
I've packed a change of clothes and it's time to move on.
Cup your mouth to compress the sound,
skinny dipping with the kids from a nearby town.
And everything that I said was true
as the flashes blinded us in the photobooth.
Well I lost track and then those words were said,
you took the wheel and you steered us into my bed,
and soon we woke and I walked you home
and it was pretty clear that it was hardly love.
And as the summers ending,
the cool air will rush your hard heart away.
You were so condescending,
and this is all that's left, scraping paper to document.
I've packed a change of clothes and it's time to move on.
And as the summers ending,
the cool air will rush your hard heart away.
You were so condescending,
as the alcohol drained the days.
And as the summers ending,
the cool air will rush your hard heart away.
You were so condescending.
And this is all that's left,
The empty bottles spent cigarettes, so pack a change of clothes
'cause its time to move on.
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[08 Nov 2006|03:36pm] |
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i somehow forgot to wear a bra to class. no good!
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