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Sunday, July 22, 2007
her bone structure screams 'touch her, touch her'
And he will, because Greg is a whore.
>.>
Moving on! The D&D game went fine... I had the unfortunate pleasure of killing Gerard Way, since, evidentally, he likes to defend Barbra Streisand. Go figure. I was very sad the rest of the game, and afterwards me and two other friends of mine sat outside. Suddenly, seriously out of nowhere, one started crying. Evidentally, her parents are putting a lot of stress on her, and she's having a hard time coping. She's a fairly resiliant person, so she'll pull through all right, but when me and my OTHER friend went driving, we talked about a lot of stuff, and I really felt better, about life in general after that. Sometimes all it takes is a very open talk about sexual positions to make the world look like a happier place.
And if that wasn't weird enough... Well, that was weird enough for me.
I got this interesting book the other day... it's full of poems (I don't think they're lyrics) by people in indie (emo) bands.
William Beckett wrote one... I think that might interest someone who visits my site... Am I right?
Well, that's all for tonight. I'm going to be now. . .
Laters...
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