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Well, I honestly thought that My mom would fix her act, ya know, with her snapping at her live in BF who has a tendancy to snap back. He almost left once too. Thought that would fix things with her. I was wrong, she's just as narsisitic as ever. I don't care if I spelled that wrong, but My mom proved to me that she's a crazy ass. Last night, I wasn't feeling well, and I said so, and then she asked me to go to the store and get potatoes. So I told her again. She walked off mildly pissed off, and then, twenty minutes later, walks into the living room, and royaly snaps on me. Telling me how ungrateful I am, and how I need to act like an adult. Funny. No one treats me like an adult. I am constantly teated like a fucking two year old, even when I do attempt to command a little respect around her, I am obviously in the wrong. Is it too much to ask that someone learn how to run water into their old cereal bowls?! I mean, hell. Milk goes bad if it sits out, not to mention crusty. It's sick. All I ask is for people to rinse their shit in the sink before I wash it every night, and what do I get in return? I get screamed at, told that I need to "Shut the fuck up and respect me" = quote the mother.
You want respect? Then give me some. You want to tell me I have to act like an adult, then treat me like one. Fuckin "a" I know you're my mother, but christ on a stick, could you at least give me the time of fucking day?!
Few people seem to understand why I hate being here. The only person who truely understands is Becky. She knows. She's been here. Other's just think I'm nuts and over acting about it, but I'm not.
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Jun. 23rd, 2006 @ 10:38 am
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HOLY *dolphin chirp* !
I HATE my car.
yesterday morning I left my lights on at work. Car died. That can be expected, right? Right. Well, after I got a jump from my mom's boy friend, the radio display read " COD ----"
It wanted a code. A code I don't have, and will be *dolphin chirp*-ed to know.
That means Squee has no more music in her car.
Apparently, acording to the half a dozen sites I have checked this morning, I need to do one of two things. Send $20 to my dealership (no idea where it is) or take apart my dashboard and get the serial number off the radio itself, and then compare it to some list I found online.
I don't want to do either thing.
This blows.
I need to buy a CD player. Any one have any suggestions?Current Mood:  *dolphin chirpy* Current Music: Silece |
Well, needless to say, I am quite confused and what not at the moment. It all started when I was little. My mother got married to a man *I know, the horror XD* and he had three sons, and she had me. Well, I grew up thinking that that man was my father, and the boys were my brothers, I still feel that way, because as far as I can remember, they had never done me wrong.
Well, she divorced said man when I was little, i think four or five or something, I dunno. Well, after the divorce, me and my mother moved out and I never saw or heard from them again, except for one birthday, if I recall correctly, I got a cute cat puzzle from them for a birthday preasent. *realizes that I spelled that wrong, but psh, who cares* After that, there wasn't really any contact, and I never really thought to bring it up to anyone.
Well, not too long ago, I had a fall out with my mom and I got the notion in my head to look for my brothers and what not. Well, that was just one failure after another. But last night, that all changed.
I come home from work and check the caller ID. Well, i notice that there are several calls from an 815 area code, one being a auto dealer. So I check the voicemail, and there's one for me. It went something like this:
"Hey Amanda, this is Justin...*pause* *insert last name here*" Right about here I nearly drop the phone and freak out. I didn't know how to deal with it.
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Well, the car works. Three weeks, 25 bucks, and an oil change later, she lives. Go figure.
Nuthin much going on, other than Amanda is suffering from a severe case of Hermit-itis. Not really talking to many peeps, locking my self in my room to write, attempt to draw, and listen to music. Work is going as well as I can hope, and I fucked up my knee last night. Hurts like a muther fucker too. I'm slowly getting bored with life, and I think it's had it's fill of me.
I don't think there's much else to update about. If anyone really wants to know how my life is going, Call meh: One seven oh eight three five five zero seven nine four. I'm up at odd hours, so feel free.
*secretly knows no one will call her and laughs about it* XDCurrent Mood: Grouchy, and pained Current Music: nadda |
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Eighty dollars for a new oil pump for my car....Life sucks. I hate my car. Looks like Squee is walking to work for a while. -_-'Current Mood: aggravated Current Music: Gorillaz - feel good inc. |
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While I have your attention, does anyone know of some numbers I can call, websites I can visit, or something of the such to get some help.
Help as in = Squee Needs Shrink!
and possibly someone that can help me get an apartment or something. I know they exsist, but I don't even know where to start looking. If anyone can even just point me in the right direction, I'd be grateful.
Feb. 19th, 2006 @ 07:25 am
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Well, the gist of the matter is that I hang out with this guy, and he was dating this girl. Well the girl thought her guy (my friend) was cheating on her with me. Not true. At the time, I was involved with Jackass (also known as Tommy). Well, girl goes nuts, causing problems between me and guy friend. Guy breaks up with girl, tired of the drama. That was months ago. Now, I am getting random phone calls. First it was just the occasional blocked call, no one there when I answered and shit. Then it's an obcene Voice Mail on the ansering machine that EVERYONE uses at the house. Needless to say, I wasn't happy, neither were my housemates. Some guy called and claimed he was a friend of my Guy friend and said that I gave good head. Then and there I knew it was Psycho Girl. So I saved it for use at a later date should I get more so I can file a police report. Well, after that, all was calm for quite some time. Then, I start getting calls from a number I don't know. So i don't answer, figure if it's important, they'll leave a message. Well, my housemate who sounds just like me on the phone, answered and the caller requested that I call him back, so I did. I found out that I had supposedly called him and told him that were he ever in town I would do him some sexual favors. I tell him he's wrong, and it's someone out to get me who's starting it all. Well, he wasn't happy, and told me to let him know when I find out for sure who it is.
Not the end, it gets better.
I was at work the other night and two of my manager's friends came in. I started talking to the one because he was decently cute and his friend was engaged in conversation elsewhere. Well, it turns out that the red head next to me is the brother of the guy who called. We conversate a little and I find out that it was in fact the Psycho Bitch who had called his brother and gave my number and name. Talk about amusing.
If anyone has any ideas as to what I should actually do about this bitch, let me know, because I haven't the slightest clue.
Jan. 27th, 2006 @ 12:14 pm
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Grace in light - Somehow I found you here - Told from the hope and fear - That holds us inside - Pull me out - Look from the world I've known - And all that was broken, cold - Broaden me in here - From you, one look - Just one look - And everything is shattered - From you one word - Towers burn - And fall, fall apart - Just be still - Arms that surround like the sun - Facing the life we've begun - and holds us inside - Fires curl, shadows swirl - A hollow sound - That no one else can hear - But me in silent streams - Forever more - We dream
Just thought I should update so ya'll don't think I died or anything. I got booted from my last place of residence and I now live with my sister's father, his fiance, and her son. I have no internet at home, and the only way to reach me is to send me a letter or call me. There are so few of you out there who actully read this, but for those that do....
Amanda Scroggins
3601 Florence Ave.
Steger IL 60475
Write me. =P
or call....
1-708-755-0311
make sure you ask for me or you might end up talking to the wrong person. lol.
Nov. 4th, 2005 @ 10:59 pm
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 | You scored as Ginny Weasley. You definitely share your mother's (Molly Weasley) fiery resolve and slowly but surely people are learning to respect you because of it.
Ginny Weasley | | 85% | Remus Lupin | | 75% | Sirius Black | | 70% | Harry Potter | | 65% | Draco Malfoy | | 65% | Ron Weasley | | 60% | Severus Snape | | 45% | Hermione Granger | | 40% | Albus Dumbledore | | 40% | Lord Voldemort | | 20% | </td>
Your Harry Potter Alter Ego Is...?
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Sep. 28th, 2005 @ 10:56 am
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I apologize ahead of time for the choppy-ness. This is strictly lyrical.
"Lying through your teeth again, Suicidal imbecile. Think about it, put it on the fautline. What'll it take to get it through to you precious? Go with this, why do you wanna throw it away like this? Such a mess, I don't wanna watch you..."
"I'm not a perfect person. There are many things I wish I didnt do, but I continue learning. I never meant to do those things to you.
And so I have to say before I go, that I just want you to know, I've found a reason for me, to change who I used to be. A reason to start over new, and the reason is you."
"Help me carry on, and show me it's okay to use my heart and not my eyes to navigate the darkness. Will the ending be ever coming suddenly? Will I ever get to see the ending to my story?"
"Where should I go? What should I do? I dont understand what you want from me. 'cause I dont know if I should trust you or all of the things you've said to me. And I may never know the answer to this endless mystery. Where should I go? What should I do? I don't understand what you want from me. "
"I feel, like you don't want me around. I guess I'll pack all my things, I guess I'll see you around. Its all, been bottled up until now. As I walk out your door, all I can hear is the sound ....I love you, I hate you, I can’t get around you. I breathe you, I taste you, I can't live without you. I just can't take anymore, this lack of solitude. I guess that I'm out the door and now I'm done with you."
"Look at me, my depth perception must be off again. 'Cause this hurts deeper than I thought it did. It has not healed with time, It just shot down my spine . You look so beautiful tonight. Reminds me of how you laid us down and gently smiled Before you destroyed my life. Would you find it in you heart to make this go away, and let me rest in pieces? "
"What's sad is what's attracting us to each other. They say that every man grows up to marry his own mother. Which would explain why you're such a motherfucking bitch, but I stay and still stick it out with you even though I just hit you today. But you deserve it you hit me first and provoked me to choke you...
...You're plenty more mature than those other little hoes who just act like little girls, like they're in middle school still. You're crazy sexy cool, chillin. You play your position, you never step out of line. Even though I stay in your business you've always kept out of mine. I wonder whats on your mind. Sometimes they say love is blind..."
If you didn't understand it, fine. I'll update again soon with a translation. This means a lot to me, so if you think it was pointless, keep it to yourself, please.
Sep. 27th, 2005 @ 02:14 am
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For some reason I've got that nasty uneasy feeling again. Last time i got his feeling I thought it was 'cause Tommy was at Amy's, but low and behold, we saw what happened. >.>
Kyle says i should brush it off, but it's kinda hard to, i don't like it. And seemingly, my grama doesn't know what's up grampa's butt. She said he has been like that all day, and i've been lurking in the room so I don't have to deal with it.
Hopefully tomorrow goes better. Me and my grama are going to my aunt's to help her with her garage and get it clean. We worked on it last time I was out here months ago.
On top of all, i also get the feeling that Becky is upset with me.
well, she sent me and e-mail way earlier and told me she worked from 1-6 and was going to see corpse bride after, so i called her around 8 thirty and didn't leave a message. well, she called back around 9 and i asked her how the movie was. she said fine, and i said must be nice to be able to go out like that. she got shitty with me because i am very bored out here. she told me i can go to a movie and i told her that A i don't go alone, makes me feel lonely, and B no money. she asked me why i thought i would be going alone and i told her with the promise of $5 a gal. for gass, and the fact that she's driving on a suspended licence, i doubt she'd be comming out here any time soon. and i told her that if i were in the car with her and she got busted for it, i would be just as screwed. she said she had to get off the phone then, and hung up.
*sigh*
My life is shit.
Sep. 24th, 2005 @ 01:05 am
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Already things are going shitty. My grandpa has a stick up his ass about me not going to bet till 3 or 4 in the morning and not getting up untill 10. Ya know, you would think that he could cut me some fucking slack. There is absolutly nothing to do out here, no where to go, and no one to meet. God forbid I put a game on their computer to amuse myself, I get yelled at for taking up so much space of the hard drive. I offered to deleted and he said it wasn't that big of a deal, they why bring it up?
I've been crying everynight because I miss home. Home as in the heights and village area. That was my home. I would rather be sleeping in my car somewhere than here. Not much changed from me moving here. I read, draw, write, eat, and sleep. No different. Eat one big meal a day unless my aunt wants to go out, she, by the way, has yet to see me or talk to me. Talk about feeling the love here.
Becky's seeing a movie with Chris, dunno where Soozie is, and no one else is around to talk. I'm afraid to talk to mike, 'cause the last time i tried, i ended up talking to that bitch Shellie. So what's the bloody point.
Sep. 23rd, 2005 @ 09:03 pm
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Well, some would say I'm happily settled in at my grandparents. That's a lie. I'm settled, but no where near happy. I just want to curl up in a ball in the corner and stay there. I don't belong out here, I don't want to be out here. I have no friends out here, there is nothing for me here. Everyone says it's good for me to get out of Tommy's house. Fine, don't bother me with that, I would have prefered to stay in the area tho, I hate Bradley. I left here when I was like, 12 years old. None of my old friends still live around here, everything has changed, and I just don't like it. I can't talk to my grandparents because I don't want them to think I'm not grateful for all that they have done for me, but I'm just not happy. As much as I hate to admit it, I'm resisting as much as I can from calling Tommy. Yeah fine, I realized he's an asshole but so what? Granted it wasn't the best way to do it, but he helped me thru a lot of hard spots and some people just don't know. It's hard knowing that the only time I'll ever see my friends again is when I drive for an hour on back roads thru small towns and fields. No one but Becky can come out and see me, and that will be rare considering her situation. I'm just really afraid that people are going to forget about me and I'll have nothing left. Why does this shit have to happen to me? Why can't things just go good for me for once, I just want to fucking be happy and apparently I'm not allowed.
Sep. 20th, 2005 @ 07:42 pm
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Well, for anyone who still reads this, I'm letting you know that I have officialy been kicked out of the last place I called home. As everyone knows, I live with Tommy, my ex and my most recent "fuck buddy", hell, my only one. Well, as some know, his father has a serious drinking problem and well, last night I saw the worst of it, and the kicker is that no one beleives me on this. Only Shannon, Tommy's little sister, and for that, her mother is giving her grief.
You see, it started out as a normal night, Shannon and Betsy (Tommy's mum) Were visiting family six hours away. It was me, TOmmy, and Tom (Tommy's dad). Well, Tom was out drinking for most of the day, and well into the night and tommy was next door doing his thing and I was lurking on the computer. WEll, tommy came home, bugged me for a ciggy, and went to bed, this was between 10:30 and 12. NOt sure the exact time. Well, I finnished my business on the compy and laid down on the futon (which in the living room, it's where I slept) and fell asleep around 2:30-3 ish during Ju-On. It was on one of many movie channels. Well, I was roused from my normally deep sleep from someone's hand on my back and side, and this is only normaly done by TOmmy to wake me up, well, when that hand went a little too far forward (my chest) and then a little too far south (My waist line) I quickly realized it wasn't who I thought it was, I opened my eyes, focused on the clock when read about 4:30 and then looked up. To my horror, it was Tom, tommy's dad. I sat up, covered my self with my blanket and very loudly, and angerly said, "What the HELL do you think you're doing?!" his father turned his back on me, said "I don't know." and sat down in one of the two recliners that are in the living room, and preceded to pass the fuck out. Well, i pulled on my shoes, my hoodie, grabbed my purse and phone and ran outside. Before Icould get to my car I was hystericly crying and freaking out. I made a phone call.
I called Betsy (Tommy's mum and Tom's Wife) and seeing as how it was a quarter to 5 in the morning, she didn't answer, so I left a message telling her what happened, she called me back shortly after I ended my message and she asked me what was the matter, I told her, and she didn't sound happy (Who would?) and then said she was going to call the house and then call me back. She called me back and told me that no one was answering so she really coudln't do anything seeing as how she was 6 hours away. I told her I couldn't stay there tonight so she told me to drive safe and hung up. During this whole conversation I was quite hysterical and could barely get a whole word out. I made another phone call.
I called my own mother's cell, no one answered, so I called Tommy's cell, seeing if he was going to wake up. He did, and asked me quite plainly, "What the hell do you want?" I told him what happened, he asked if I was sure and I said yeah and he told me he would call me back, he was going down stairs. He called me back a few minutes later telling me it looked to him that his dad had been passed out for hours. I told him again what happened. He got pissy and then I guess he called his mom, because he said he would call me back again. While I wated for him to call me back, I called my mother's house. Her boy friend answered and handed to phone to my mom and I told her what happened and asked if I could sleep there. She said yes and when I was maybe four or five blocks from my mom's house, TOmmy called me back and asked me where I was, I told him I was on my way to my mom's house and he demanded that I come back and talk to him, I told him I couldn't and he said, and I quote, "Fine, you better come back and get your shit then, because you're out of here."
I hung up then and walked into my mom's house. She told me to calm down, that she didn't know what to tell me and said I could sleep in the spare room, which by the way used to be my sisters. Apparently when I was booted, my sister got my old room.
Anyways, before long I called tommy back and appologized for waking him up and he said "Well, at this rate, I'm getting back to sleep. Is that all you called for?" and he didn't sound too happy. I asked him to call me when he woke up and he said fine and I rolled over, cuddled up with my sister's kittens, Hit and Run and fell asleep.
I woke up around 1 because becky had called and wanted to know what happened, I told her, and she wasn't happy. I'm actully at her house now typing this up because her mom is the best ever. Well, after a lot of gathering of the courage, I went back "home" and sat in my car for a bit and then shannon came outside to retrive something from her dad's truck, saw me, and came over and asked me what was going on. SHe said that her mom wanted to kick me out because I said something "Mean that wasn't true" about her dad. When she said that her mom wanted to kick me out, I started crying and she wanted to know what happened, so I told her and then Betsy came outside and apparently wanted to talk, and I asked her if she wanted me out and she didn't give me a straight answer. well, before long, tom came outside and yelled at me about how much of a liar that I am and how bullshit it was because, in his own words, "I ate my sammich, and fell asleep in the chair" and I told him that he didn't, because why the hell would I make up something like that? What would I have to gain? I would only have everything to loose, and low and behold, I have lost it all. So he said I can come back tomorrow, which will be in about 12 hours from the time that I post this, and get my shit. He walked back in the house and betsy said she didn't hate me and she wansn't mad at me. She said I can call her any time, and I can come back to visit and I can leave my cat there for as long as I need too.
Well, I spent the rest of the night talking to people and at the moment, I am getting everything of mine and moving out to my grandparents in Bradley. So, me, Gromdar, Soozie, and Chris all went to 'Round the Clock and kinda made me feel beter.
It doesn't help that as soon as I turned on my CD player, one particular song decided to play, Rest in Pieces by Saliva. I was bawling. That was the song that was playing when tommy broke up with me way back when, and it always seemed to be playing when shit went south for me for what ever reason. I'm going to go pass out now, if anyone needs to get a hold of me, leave a comment here, e-mail me at either Trigunner69@hotmail.com or Trigunner69@yahoo.com. I will check them both.
Sep. 19th, 2005 @ 01:30 am
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Update time, no?
Well, for the last two weeks, I've been on and off seeing this guy Brenden. He seemed cool and all. Well, he was kinda there for the Tommy fall out thing, that was the first night that I met him. He was hanging out with Gromdar (Sunkist / Chris) and I hooked up with the both of them and chatted at 'Round the Clock for a bit. But lately, Brenden was kinda clingy and pushy and refering to me as his girlfriend and that wasn't going to fly with me, because I hadn't said yes or no. I mean hell, he hadn't even asked me. So I talked to him last night and asked him what his deal was and what it was that he liked about me, and he said that the first night that he met me, I came off as easy and he was looking for a piece of ass and he thought he could get it from me. Well, no. Uh uh. Not happening. He said that now that he was getting to know me, he was finding other things, but that fact that he said that I came off as easy and that's what attracted him to me to begin with was kinda bull shit. Pissed me off. Manda wasn't happy.
Sep. 6th, 2005 @ 09:06 pm
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What's new you ask?
I hate Amy, I hate her friends, and I want to kill myself. Nuthin new.
Her boyfriend had a birthday party three or four days ago.
Tommy went, didn't come back till today and I got shit, was called a stupid bitch, a whore, and an asshole by everyone over there, including Tommy.
Me and him just got over a two week fight and then this shit happens.
If you're reading this, I can only assume you want to know what happend. Well, here goes....
Okay, the fight me and Tommy just got over was because one night I wouldn't fork over the computer and the next morning he told me he would break my hands if I was on it again, so I didn't touch it for almost a week. He didn't talk to me for two weeks, deleted most of my stuff off of it, and deleted me out of his phone.
Well, two days before he went to Amy's, he came home drunk, and hugged me and said he was sorry for ignoring me and all that he he kept holding my hand and saying sorry. I had cried every night and he saw me and he said he was worried about me, well, we ended up making nice and such and all was good untill he went to amy's. Now he's being a little asshole and shit. He was supposed to be home the next day from Amy's and when he didn't show up I called Amy's phone to check on him.
Well, her phone was off so I left a message asking her to have him call me because his mom wanted to know when he was comming home. I called her again the next day and left another message and then someone IMs me and tells me that I'm a whore, and stupid and she didn't know what Amy even bothered to be nice to me because i was just a stupid bitch.
So I called Amy again, and this time she answered: I asked her what all the hostillity was about and she told me that she wasn't Tommy's babysitter and hung up on me. Well, I called Tommy's phone again and OMG it was on this time, and he answered and I asked him what was with everyone calling me a whore and shit and he said he didn't know and then I asked when he was comming home (this was yesterday) and he said when he came home. Needless to say, I got pissed and hung up on him, and Betsy isn't too happy with the fact that he up and vannished and as it turns out, he is apparently going to Cali with a bunch of people in Sept. He got home today around 11 and pounded on the door, because, go figure, it was locked and he didn't have his keys. (me and betsy made sure to lock everything up because we knew he didn't have his). He came in, raided MY leftovers and sat down and watched TV. Not one word to me, nothing. And I assume he's upstairs sleeping now. I find all this to be bullshit.
Right now I need massive amounts of alkihall, a knife, and hours alone.
White light. Doo doo too doo doo too.
White light. Doo doo too doo too too.
White light. Doo doo too doo. Alcohol alcohol alcohol white light!
Aug. 30th, 2005 @ 03:56 pm
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Been a while eh? Well, I'm a shitty mood at the moment and I made this cute little shit beaten Chibi, so here ya go, take a look.
Aug. 16th, 2005 @ 05:24 pm
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WOULD U?
[_] go out with me?
[_] give me your number?
[_] kiss me?
[_] let me kiss you?
[_] watch a movie with me?
[_] let me take you out to dinner?
[_] let me drive you somewhere
[_] cut some rug with me?
[_] take a shower with me?
[_] be my bf/gf?
[_] have a fling with me?
[_] let me buy you a drink?
[_] take me home for the night?
[_] Would you let me sleep in your bed?
[_] Sing car karaoke w/ me?
[_] re-post this for me to answer your questions?
[_] give me a piggyback ride?
[_] Come pick me up at 3 am because my car ran out of gas in the middle of nowhere
[_] Lock me in your room and take advantage of me?
[_] lick my cheek?
[_] dance with me?
[_] let me make you breakfast?
[_] tap that ass?
[_] help me with homework?
[_] tickle me to death?
[_] let me tickle you?
[_] stick up for me if i was being put down?
[_] carress my body?
[_] play strip poker with me?
[_] say yes if i asked you out?
[_] borrow a pair of my underwear if yours for some reason got ruined?
[_] let me borrow your underwear if for some reason mine got ruined?
[_] get wasted with me?
[_] instant message me?
[_] greet me in public?
[_] hang out with me?
[_] bring me around your friends?
D0 Y0U...
[_] think im cute?
[_] think im hot?
[_] want to kiss me?
[_] want to cuddle wit me?
[_] want to hook up with me?
ARE WE...
[_] aquintences?
[_] friends?
[_] in a relationship?
[_] gonna have kids?
AM i...
[_] smart?
[_] cute?
[_] funny?
[_] cool?
[_] loveable?
[_] adorable?
[_] compassionate?
[_] annoying?
[_] great to be with?
[_] attractive?
[_] mean?
[_] odd?
HAVE Y0U EVER...
[_] thought about me?
[_] thought there might be an "us"?
[_] thought about hookin up with me?
[_] found yourself wanting a kiss from me?
[_] wished i were there?
[_] grabbed me?
[_] had a crush on me?
[_] idolized me?
[_] wanted my number?
[_] had a dream about me?
[_] been distracted by me?
ARE Y0U...
[_] done with this survey?
[_] happy you know me?
[_] mad at me?
[_] thinkin bout me?
Jun. 29th, 2005 @ 03:01 pm
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Well, good news for me!
But like the pic says, I'm a little nervous. I don't wanna fuck this up, and then again, I dunno if I can do it. I have to keep smiling and all that, and I've seen some of the crazies that go in there. Wish me luck guys!
oh, and as an after thought...
Jewel Sucks.
Jun. 22nd, 2005 @ 04:54 pm
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