Saturday, April 21, 2007

   What's up?
My freakin boyfriend is killin me. He keeps freakin lecturing me like I'm freakin a little kid. I'm tired of it. If he doesn't stop, I'ma die.

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Sunday, October 15, 2006

   WAH!!
I love Smash Bros.
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Tuesday, April 11, 2006

Yo.
Hello all crackheads of Otaku... Please do not be offended, I have been calling everyone this.
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Thursday, March 30, 2006

I Write Sins Not Tragedies Lyrics
Oh, well imagine; as I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor,
and I can't help but to hear, no I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words:
"What a beautiful wedding!", "What a beautiful wedding!" says a bridesmaid to a waiter.
"And yes, but what a shame, what a shame, the poor groom's bride is a whore."

I'd chime in with a "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.
I'd chime in "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of...

Well in fact, well I'll look at it this way, I mean technically our marriage is saved
Well this calls for a toast, so pour the champagne
Oh! Well in fact, well I'll look at it this way, I mean technically our marriage is saved
Well this calls for a toast, so pour the champagne, pour the champagne

I'd chime in with a "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.
I'd chime in "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.

Again...

I'd chime in "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.
I'd chime in "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.

Again...

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Monday, March 20, 2006

   MONKEYS!!!!!!!!!!!!
MONKEYS ARE AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MY BOYFRIEND DAVID IS NOW OFFICAILLY A MONKEY !!!!!!!!! HE'S AN EVIL PERVERTED MONKEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Saturday, March 18, 2006

Issues.
Okay. I believe I told you guys that I had many spirits inhabiting my body. Well, one of them was turned dark... ~growls and coughs at LordAlex~ One of his did it. He's like me only weirder. All of his are dark and only part of mine are dark in some way or form. Well, one of his kissed one of mine, turning her dark. Then he said it was all her fault. That's not very nice at all if you look at it. I didn't like it and neither did she. Her name is Ana and she will be the savior of the world we know today but in a later time. She dates back to the beginning of time. Like a phoenix, she doesn't die. She just is reborn into a different time by the use of a technique called time hopping. She is mostly known in the dragon age and the feudal age. Most of you probably associate that time with the demons and such. It's more or less like InuYasha. It is really cool. She was time hopping to find her family to bring them back together. She just happened to time hop to the time when she was 5. Her brother Lokki raped her then killed her older sister, Shadow. Of all the things to do, he let her live. She returned to fight him on a winter night dressed in the armor of the dragon. He beat her but still let her live. I am guessing he wanted to defeat her in a way that she could never recover from: The Kiss of Bitter Sweet Death. It locks the two participants in a death kiss that lasts for eternity. So basically, Ana is just living to die. As I was saying about her family though, she found her mother burned at the stake. All she had to do was smell the clothing of the burnt corpse and knew it was the woman that had birthed her: Nasis. Her father, Lokino, was killed by Lokki, who in turn, knew how to time hop. They live in this day and age. She lives in me and her brother lives in a guy named David. You won't know him unless you live where I do and I'm not telling where that is. Have a nice day everyone!
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Thursday, March 16, 2006

Wow, dreary day...
I made it into the talent show!!!!!!! bwaha!
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Saturday, March 11, 2006

Kit Kit Katsue
Hey, I know the title is a little weird but I just felt like I had to put a very weird title onto my post. Laters
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Friday, March 10, 2006

HIM
HIM stands for His Infernal Majesty. They rock and some of you have to try some of their music. Okay, I feel better.
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Wednesday, March 8, 2006

Meth
I AM METH"
>
> (This was written by a young Indian girl who was in jail for drug charges and was addicted to meth. She >wrote this while in jail. As you will soon read, she fully grasped the horrors of the drug, as she tells in this simple,
> yet profound poem. She was released from jail, but, true to her story, the drug owned her.
> They found her dead not long after, with the needle still in her arm.

>
> Please keep praying for our Children, Teens, Young adults.
> Understand, this thing is worse than any of us realize...

>
>
> My Name: "Is Meth"

>
> I destroy homes, I tear families apart,
> take your children, and that's just the start.
> I'm more costly than diamonds, more precious than gold,

> The sorrow I bring is a sight to behold.
> If you need me, remember I'm easily found, I live all around you - in
> schools and in town I live
> with the rich; I live with the poor, I live down the street,
> and maybe next door.
> I'm made in a lab, but not like you think,
> I can be made under the kitchen sink.
> In your child's closet, and even in the woods,
> If this scares you to death, well it certainly should.
> I have many names, but there's one you know best,
> I'm sure you've heard of me, my name is crystal meth.
> My power is awesome; try me you'll see,
> But if you do, you may never break free.
> Just try me once and I might let you go,
> But try me twice, and I'll own your soul.
> When I possess you, you'll steal and you'll lie,
> You do what you have to -- just to get high.
> The crimes you'll commit for my narcotic charms
> Will be worth the pleasure you'll feel in your arms, your lungs your nose.
>
>
> You'll lie to your mother; you'll steal from your dad,
> When you see their tears, you should feel sad.
> But you'll forget your morals and how you were raised,
> I'll be your conscience, I'll teach you my ways.
> I take kids from parents, and parents from kids,
> I turn people from God, and separate friends.
> I'll take everything from you, your looks and your pride,
> I'll be with you always -- right by your side.
> You'll give up everything - your family, your home,
> Your friends, your money, and then you'll be alone.
> I'll take and take, till you have nothing more to give,
> When I'm finished with you, you'll be lucky to live.
> If you try me be warned - this is no game,
> If given the chance, I'll drive you insane.
> I'll ravish your body; I'll control your mind,
> I'll own you completely; your soul will be mine.
> The nightmares I'll give you while lying in bed,
> The voices you'll hear, from inside your head.
> The sweats, the shakes, and the visions you'll see,
> I want you to know, these are all gifts from me.
> But then it's too late, and you'll know in your heart,
> That you are mine, and we shall not part.
> You'll regret that you tried me, they always do,
> But you came to me, not I to you.
> You knew this would happen, many times you were told,
> But you challenged my power, and chose to be bold.
> You could have said no, and just walked away,
> If you could live that day over, now what would you say?
> I'll be your master; you will be my slave,
> I'll even go with you, when you go to your grave.
> Now that you have met me, what will you do?
> Will you try me or not? It's all up to you.
> I can bring you more misery than words can tell,
> Come take my hand, let me lead you to hell.
>
> Megan Jane


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