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[16 May 2004|11:33am] |
Okay kids, heeerree's the deal:
all the cool kids now have lj names with tons of underscores and some sort of way of calling themself selfishy sick, or self absorbed, and ofcourse, you need an "x" in there, so I have a new lj-name, so comment there and add me and I'll add you back:
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) x________vanity</h3>
Go there, and add me bitttchhhesss.
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[15 May 2004|04:31pm] |
If any of you so happen to come across a bottle of clam juice anytime soon be sure to check out the ingrediants. This is what it will tell you-
ingrediants: clam juice (extract from a clam)
I guess you had to be there. <3.
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[06 May 2004|08:52pm] |
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tonight is the last episode of friends ♥
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[01 May 2004|11:40pm] |
To everyone who reads this journal, or happens to come across it:
I want you to post anything that you want. Anything. Post a story, a secret, a confession, a fear, a love - anything. Be sure to post anonymously and honestly. Post twice if you'd like, and then put this in your LJ to see what your friends and perhaps others who you don't even realize read your LJ) have to say.
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[28 Apr 2004|10:27pm] |
bah stop saying i bailed on you! you even said yourself it turned out to be sold out! PLUS your away had "OMGZ JEN CALL DA CELL SKATE AND SURF OMGZ" so yeah.
"stop" doing that ;)
♥ youuu
hey you knoooooww....i only did that because i really really really really wanted to go. and pssssh. you know we could have gotten tickets when we got down there....fun killer.
and you knowwwwwww if you really wanted to go THAT badlyyyyy then you would'veeeee taken jennnnn despite you sayingggg that you really didn't wantttt to take herrrrrr.
:P
OMGZ I JUST LUFF MY FRIENDSZZ THIZ IZ A PRFEXT EXAMPlE AZ TEW WHY YEW ALL RAWX0RZ SEW MUCHOS!!!11!!!oneoneone!!
I'll make it to that punk show this friday night if it's the last motherfucking thing I do.
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[24 Apr 2004|06:14pm] |
Dear Livejournal friends that live within twenty minutes of me,
I hope you all choke and die on someone's cock, really, I do :) You all suck for being pretentious fucks that won't even go to a goddamn show with me. Seriously, I attend all of your shitty Norma Jean, Underoath, Beloved and Yellowcard shows so that you can have a goddamn ride, is it so fucking hard to go to ONE show with me that's not even in Philly?! I need to friends. That and I'll be missing a show tomorrow because the only person that I thought even gave a damn that I've been unusually emotional/moody/pissed off has fucked that one over for me. THANKS ASSHOLES.
With much love, suck my vagina you motherfucking bitches,
-Jen.
( suck suck suck )
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[23 Apr 2004|11:46pm] |
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Okay, I will pay someone to take me to The Virus/Ghouls show tomorrow. Seriously.
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| FREE PORN |
[06 Apr 2004|05:11am] |
ATTN EVERYONE:
KATE AND I ARE RETARTED AT FIVE AM.
That is all. Go about your business.
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[06 Apr 2004|12:26am] |
Someone said that I should start updating more about stuff going on. I guess this is a start:
Dear god,
This letter to you probably sucks because I don't really believe in you, or anything, but if you could please get my boyfriend to turn on his cell phone that would be great. I really, really, really miss him, and it's really starting to hurt. Oh, or if you could get Allie to answer hers, that would be okay too. If you could get this done tonight, I'd be really appreciative, so that I wouldn't have to keep dialing his number to listin to his voice over the messege machine, like the real fucking loser that I am. Everytime I call, my heart breaks a little bit more. Anyway, thanks for listening.
Love,
Jen.
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[05 Apr 2004|03:17pm] |
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New layout. Anyone like?
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[13 Mar 2004|06:03pm] |
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I could write something beautiful, describing how my favourite colour is the colour of his eyes, or how I wish I could run off sometimes, and take a train to nowhere, just so that I could be no where. A place where everything becomes a blur in some place obscure and intense. Or of a boy, who means so much to me that every moment without him is leaving me restless, and how my blue eyes have gone hollow and gray. A boy who is so perfect that he leaves me breathless every time he touches my hand or tells me "I love you" at the exact right time. A boy who has scissors for hands, and argues because he doesn’t want to see me sad. But to write something beautiful, you have to know what beauty is. How can I know beautiful, when I barely know happiness?
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