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Went to another FRIGGIN AWESOME show last night. There was a host of amazingly attractive bands there, all with amazingly attractive boys. The kind that you would convince to come home with you for the night. And then fuck around with for a few hours, and then pretend nothing happened the next day.
That's how it should be. None of this "I'm attatched to so-and-so for LYFE" business. We're young. Who knows when that libido is going to go kaputz?
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[22 Sep 2004|09:07pm] |
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Fuck your mom. |
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Death Cab for Cutie |
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I hate how couples are always drooling all over each other and writing one another these besotted sloppy love poems that are badly written with no rhythm, rhyme scheme, meter, and absolutely no bloody regard to proper word usage or spelling. It really toasts my tits, you know?
And it's a damn good thing mine are real. Otherwise they'd melt.
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[22 Apr 2004|08:06pm] |
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"Don't Know Why" - Norah Jones |
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Now that Adam's in my life, everything's changed, changed for the better. I used to wake up every morning dreading each passing day, but ever since I've started being around Adam - well, it's like i've inherited a new spirit, you know? And I don't just like him for all the obvious reasons- I mean, sure, he's very caring and sensative and cute and all that jazz- but I can just connect with him on such a deep level. And I can tell him absolutely ANYTHING, something that I can't even do with many of my very good girl-friends.
Today right in the middle of conversation, randomly, he just says "wow, you're rad beautiful".
He's just too good to be true.
....Yea bloody right. STUFF IT!!!
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[06 Feb 2004|09:03pm] |
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Rooney "That Girl Has Love" |
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It wasnt' so bad.
I touched him. He looks at me a lot. He smiles at me and we talk a lot and he's my friend... does that mean our chances are good? I wonder SO much what he's like in the dark with all the insecurities gone.
This is like a slow waltz to a heavy metal shred: akward and sluggish and rather laboured.
Shiyot.
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[31 Jan 2004|01:00pm] |
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Into the Freigh - "Incandecence" |
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Dude, I'm so going to a show tonight. I'm hoping to see that hottie, Adam, there. *melts* Aahh, hot stuff. Definitely worth the small admission price of 12 dollars. There's going to be a bunch of bands there, namely my friend Jack's band, Jackey Chan and the Kung-fu Mistresses (don't ask, they're a bunch of weirdos) and then that other band I've been hearing about, Latex Popcan. I'm a little skeptical. High School bands aren't always the greatest. (Mr. Yuck Sticker, you know what I mean). But, we'll see. There's a few high-school gems out there (Into the Freigh, anyone?? Wonderful band. Especially the song "Without Transgression". Hells yeah!) *thinks about song.*
Okay, well, that's all for now. i love you guys.
<3 you (you know who you are), Kristen
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| I am?? |
[13 Jan 2004|08:16pm] |
I was pagin' through the posts, when suddenly...
 YOUR SO PUNK! why are you even taking this, you arn't emotional at all. did you take this just to mock the poor emotional children? why don't you just go buy a studded bracelet and mosh or something.
Stole that from starxxrock.
I didn't know I was punk. Hm. Thanks, starxxrock.
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[13 Jan 2004|07:36pm] |
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how do you guyz like it? it only took me like an hour so i think i'm doing pretty good. yea well, i don't really have anything else to say so I guess i'll just go now.
....and i think i'm dead.
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| A Bleak and Miserable Wasteland |
[13 Jan 2004|06:53am] |
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"I Just Threw Out the Love of My Dreams" |
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A bleak and miserable wasteland of hopeless despair surrounds me here Here there is nothing but hatred and fear Fear is what drives the hungering beast The beast is what's keeping you loving me least.
A livejournal. Rad. Did I really get it only because my friend wanted me to, or is something inside me really screaming to get out?
The world may never know, but here it all is, laid out before you, letters and html code.
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