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Friday, February 19, 2010. Returning after 5 years! I surprise myself. reading the childish and immature posts make me little embarrased. just wanted to keep this open not for anyone to read in particular but just a silent outlet. Man have no idea how come its so centralized. heyy! Hee on my way home today.
So J and i were talking and we realised we are failures. There is nothing to be proud of. Not smart, not rich, not pretty. Decisions, decisions, decisions. i am doubting my ability to handle all this shit.
If u ask me wad i want ,. If I ask u to get the stars in the sky for me,. U will probably tell me it can nv be done. U will probably think that its no big deal. So do i even exist, I mus well disappear into thin air. I want to be the way i am. stop mouldin me into someone else. Thursday, November 24, 2005. Wang hope u c this blog. SpecialLy for u! Just wanna announce to the whole world tt today is ya BIRTHDAY! Hmmit has .
Todae the MOLE came into class. with her unusually big mouth and started babbling all over us. her saliva dripping all over us. we need to bring umbrellas next time. anyway had a gd time talking at the back of the class about nip slips. Dumbnsmelly watched happy tree friends. I luv nip slips gossips n horse mouth gits who cannot shut their damn lips. Like this one from BlogSkins.
This is a social experiment thank you for participating. Thank you for taking this seriously. This blog is no longer private. A little girl pointed at buckets. Of ice cream and asked her mom for some. Her mom said no and looked away. The girl said pretty please and made a sad-puppy-face. Rolling on the floor laughing my fucking ass off.
Upgrade to paid account and never see ads again! Why is a raven like a writing desk? The Half-Blood Witch - 11. General update to all the wonderful people still out there.
He looks so bad-ass I bet his fire shots are lit gasoline shots. It may have been in Bloomberg or Forbes, but I was browsing an article about nepotism and companies, and a profile was written for a handful of aging wealthiest men in the world. An inherited billion kills a person, depriving him of a meaning in life. What Was I Thinking? But, to.