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Monday, September 15, 2008


Remembering sunday, he falls to his knees
listening to: remembering sunday-all time low [yes, it's my site's song]

writing: hsne

reading: twilight

icon of the day:
[yes, you are the shit jwalk]

Cassie's Comment Corner:

krissy: eating taco bell with panic sounds like a fanfic waiting to happen...*inspirtation*

jenny: oh my we're a depressing duo aren't we?
'you and i are done pretending' that line is ftw.

taintedsanity: i'll make you some nachos and send them to you in the mail.

belinda: i do not smoke the bong thank you very much. good thing i don't write porn right?

angel zakuro: yeah, i think i'll find the cover tomorrow and put it up.

the real yojimbo: hey! don't burrrnn the panic!

it's been raining for three days straight...maybe longer. i feel like i live in forks. bonus points to whoever gets that reference.

the rain is coming from the hurricane ike. it's so cold and windy and the rain falls in gray sleets around us. the ditches are flooding as are the roads.

cousin shane came over and got my brother. i told him the roads were flooding but he was like "whatever my truck is awesome!" and i was like "I'll laugh when your truck breaks down."

guess who got the last laugh an hour later.



that's like my favorite picture ever. brendon and jon being all gay. it's totally my computers background.

it figures the one thing i really, really need to write by wednesday is something i don't much feel like writing at all.

doctor's today i think. though my ears aren't so bad anymore.

desperately want to go shopping.

fucking commerical jingles. jenny knows what i mean. what with those stupid swiffer commericals. baby come back!

interesting fact: pete wentz has a plaster cast of gabe saporta's head...i should've put that pic on here too...note to self put it up tomorrow.

not going to see my old teacher again after all. *sad face goes here*

well, there's always tomorrow.

*edit*

well, i had to clean out my old school bag and i found a little something that i wanted to share.

we wanted to be something untouchable
we played like cheap actors in a two-bit show
adlibbing our lines when we both know the script
poor man's tears to rich man's eyes
you're the king of broken hearts
i'm the queen of wishful thinking and second chances
speaking in broken silences and seeing blinded glances
sing me lines, they help me sleep
tell me all your secrets i'll try my best to keep
i'll pray for this night to last forever
keep your cunning mind and my bleeding heart joined together.


one guess to who that's about.

xoxo

cassie

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