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[19 Jun 2004|06:15pm] |
Alright...this lj is getting deleted. If I love you enough, I'm adding you on my other one.
Later.
<3
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[19 Jun 2004|01:08am] |
I'm wearing a Santa hat right now.
Just thought y'all should know.
Santa was just turned into a gangsta.
Well he would have been...had I been a gangsta.
FUCK.
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[17 Jun 2004|12:59am] |
Ha...I hate little bitches.
And I love you, Peter Pan.
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I'm definitely...DEFINITELY fucking tired of people.
Stop telling me that you care about me...cause I really don't give a shit anymore.
-Forgiveness is between them and God. My job is to arrange the meeting.-
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[09 Jun 2004|08:29pm] |
So I'm kinda staying with Courtney right now.
I don't want to be anywhere near home at the moment.
It sucks having to hit the one person you really look up to in life.
It really does.
I want to be in California.
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[06 Jun 2004|01:30am] |
My brother just gave the perfect example as to why I'm not drinking anymore.
Do not think for one second that just because you're my blood, I won't hit you.
Do not think for one second that you can talk down to me and then blame it on inebriation.
Do not think for one second that you will ever disrespect me.
I won't have it.
Especially when you're fucking drunk.
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[06 Jun 2004|12:34am] |
So I'm sitting around with a bunch of drunk kids.
They're all listening to rap and Matt is playing Metallica on his guitar behind me.
I'm sober.
Wtf?
Let me tell y'all somethin.
Trust is worthless.
Shrek 2 is amazing.
"Shrek?"
"For you baby...I could be."
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[29 May 2004|01:49am] |
Hmmm...that was strange.
I dunno.
Wasn't really expecting it.
I'm kind of confused though.
About the "one last time" comment.
As though you'll never talk to me again?
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[28 May 2004|09:04pm] |
That lj cut shit won't work for some reason, so y'all gotta deal with this shit.
I look like shit, you can deal with that too.
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[28 May 2004|08:20pm] |
Leigh I love you. You can get through anything. We both know that. And even though I'm far away...you know how much I care. The distance doesn't change a thing.
I miss Bryan man.
Fwthroat: when you gonna come see me fag!?
FIFTY x CAL: Haha, as soon as I possibly can.
Fwthroat: you better i need to hang out with you
FIFTY x CAL: I know, it's gay.
FIFTY x CAL: :-(
FIFTY x CAL: I miss you a lot.
Fwthroat: seriously
Fwthroat: i think about you everyday...as creepy as that sounds
FIFTY x CAL: CREEP
FIFTY x CAL: OMG I HATE YOU
FIFTY x CAL: jk
FIFTY x CAL: I love you so much.
FIFTY x CAL: In our friend way.
FIFTY x CAL: Seriously.
FIFTY x CAL: And in the way that when I think about you I want to stick my hands down my pants.
FIFTY x CAL: OHHH MY GOD
FIFTY x CAL: just kidding.
FIFTY x CAL: Mwahahahaha
FIFTY x CAL: Smile Bryan.
FIFTY x CAL: I love you.
Fwthroat: hahahahahaha
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[28 May 2004|06:57pm] |
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And this my friends is why I miss A Death For Every Sin so much...
In a time where hope is lost,
I have sworn myself, never follow the lost souls.
Walking this shattered world, prophecizing a bitter end.
I won't bow down to them or their god.
All your righteous words.
They were never for me.
All your righteous words, they were never for me.
All your righteous lies, they were never for me.
They won't change me, I live for myself.
Talking of redemption when no one died for my sins.
I see your faith for what it truly is.
All your righteous words, they were never for me.
All your righteous lies, they were never for me.
They won't change me, I live for myself. fuck you!
I've watched you fall from grace.
No one died for my sins.
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[28 May 2004|06:21pm] |
I hated it.
I thought I did, but I really don't feel sorry for you.
For some odd reason I asked what caused your heart attack when I pretty much already knew the answer.
Doctors told you a long time ago that you had a bad heart.
That continuing to do drugs would kill you.
And you still did it.
You had a heart attack because you couldn't fucking stop doing coke.
You couldn't stop doing meth.
You couldn't stop doing anything that people put in front of you.
You're 18 and you're not making it to 25.
Something in me doesn't feel any remorse for you.
How did I ever date you?
I really don't know.
I bet that tumor in your lungs isn't going to help you either.
I even hated it when you told me that I looked "gorgeous".
Did you think that was going to make me happy with you?
I hated that when your mom came in, who you haven't seen in months, you just said, "Madre, doesn't she look good?"
I hated the bewildered look on her face when you couldn't even say "hi" to her first.
And those fucking friends of yours are no help.
You're in the hospital for a drug problem and your "friends" come in wired as fuck.
Those are the kids you hang out with?
That you call friends?
Those are the kids that you put your faith into?
Who the fuck did you become?
I hate...HATE...that I was so mad I cried when I left.
And I hate that I didn't punch your meth-head friends before I left.
But it was entertaining that Alissa was going to kick one of them in the balls.
Thanks Alissa.
And thanks, Courtney for taking me.
Sometimes I wish that all this bad shit would just stop happening. Then I think of what Courtney said to me.
"You know, if I could I would stop bad things from happening to my friends and loved ones and just everyone, but then I meet people who haven't experienced shit in their lives and I think twice about it."
I remember now, that experience is what keeps me going.
Fuck drugs.
...and fuck the healing process of tattoos.
Fuck them HARRRDDDDDD!
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[27 May 2004|04:45pm] |
Courtney had this nifty little idea to do
THIS
until I can get to a camera.
My wrist is at a funny angle so you can't see it all.
And it's scabbing.
No good.
Nifty nifty nifty.
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[27 May 2004|04:26pm] |
BWAHAHAHA
Okay I'm done.
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[26 May 2004|07:59pm] |
I wuv Andy.
Hi I'm Alex and I'm black now...
...and I hate you.
Uhhh...whatever.
Yeah we rule.
Okay this picture creeps me out. It looks like Tyler is just chillin behind Andy, but he's actually sitting in front of him. Wtf is up with that?
Nigga lipzzz.
Camera phones are fun shit.
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[26 May 2004|07:26pm] |
Hahaha, oh man you're so beat.
And you talk shit on girls that are cuter than any girls you've ever fucked.
Get a life man, get a life.
In other news, my fucking tattoo is already itching.
Fuck that.
I'll get pictures up soon.
I want my other wrist done now.
Matt just bought me ice cream.
I'm out.
EEEE
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[25 May 2004|09:56pm] |
Back from SD.
Fun shit.
I hope y'all don't think we ditched you.
Those were definitely not our intentions.
Plans got mixed and things went array.
Leigh I'm sorry I didn't get ahold of you.
I'll explain.
Getting tattooed for free is dope.
Thank you so much Alissa for inviting me.
I had a ton of fun with you.
Nate you were the best pillow ever.
Andy you make me laugh a ridiculous amount...even when I'm beating you up and you're grumpy.
Sherminator....uhhh.....thanks for being quiet?
And sleeping in the closet pretty much.
<3
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Okay.
Leaving for San Diego this morning.
Be back on Tuesday.
Thank you, Nate.
I ruined your trip.
Reconnaissance mission.
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[20 May 2004|06:11pm] |
You know what would be cool?
If my lips were smaller. Fucking lifeboat.
I love being so spiteful.
You thought that after what you did to me, you could just come back from the army, spit out a few flirty words my way...and everything would be cool?
Nah, not really.
Which is what makes it funny that I got you hot and bothered...then left you alone in that room.
Idiot.
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