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• 1993-12-11
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• Suburbia, Maryland. *gags*
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• 2006-12-08
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• Babysitter, Student & Wanna-be Writer
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• M. Saynette.

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• I often dream about those...
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• 2004
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• Black Cat, One Piece, Azumanga Diaoh, Fruits Basket *and so the list goes on an on*
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• Start a band, fall in love and publish a novel.
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• Drawing, Reading, Writing, Playing the Violin, Kung Fu (!)
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• Well, *sarcastic laugh* I've got awesome people skills... (m: not)




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Thursday, December 27, 2007

   I like milky tea.
So, m... wasn't there something you wanted to tell the nice people?

m: I'm... s-so-so-sorry! *shiver* Don't make me do that again!

Yes. m is sorry she unloaded her wizard angst on you. And to make it up, here's a funny little video: http://youtube.com/watch?v=TqTHmzMk0Cw

Let's see... what else do we have to say? Not much. Still thinking about a theme song. Well. Let's fill the gap with some poetry!
(m: Can I go be sick in the corner?)

My English teacher is a bit odd... had us write a poem... about whatever the spirit told us to write. You like?

Paper for English 9

“Here I stand / Empty hand…”
Lacey’s got that right…
and got her song stuck in my head.
while i wait for the
!Overspirit!
to inspire me.
empty-handed, except for
a Broken Blue Pen.

Ultra-Violet Candy Darling Vida Superstars
ooze out the tip
in lieu of ink.

“And the sofa… is… a horse!”
the mad Colonel said.
(or something to that effect)
so the Blue Ink is
the Lifeline on my Palms
tattoos growing, twisting
on notebook paper canvas

-but i digress-

this is not harlem: this is Suburbia.
land of the
Domestic Great Truth
now in an easy-to-read format!
(psst! check the fine print!)
[may result in
permanent loss
of Individuality]

no sir, no ma’am
no way in h---
i’ll pass and pour
myself a glass of
Life Pain Art Fear Love Death
mixed with a shot
of coffee-

(or maybe just pretend to.)
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