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Friday, January 9 - burvecall. You didn't call my parents did you?I always tell the truth. Sometimes my past gets in the way. I cannot believe you did that. One wish for a fish. Only time will talk. Under the board walk. Don't cry for me. Fourth of July. Life has just thrown me a curveball in the form of... a donkey with a hangover. Everybody loves nostril flaring. Cookbook. Hehehehhe... "I thought you said he was dead" <<--- Mafia Member "No, I said he sleeps with the fishes" <<--- Fat Tony My Uncles dog is sick. Windsor. He's gorgeous. He's bloody huge... I duno what breed he is but he's black and brown with short silky hair. His eyes are big... and he has a spiked colar which makes him look really really scary. He can fit three tennis balls in his mouth at once. Hehehehe. I don't know if he's technically Uncle's dog... coz I think he just sorta started looking after him and feeding him and stuff. He's old though. And I think thats why he's sick. Apparently his legs have stopped being good and he can't walk up and down the stairs anymore so Uncle has to pick him up on a blanket and carry him. It's sorta sad. Coz he's gorgeous. He used to fight with Bingo all the time. We found out that they desist if you spray them with the hose. I've already blogged today. Bloody fuck I have nothing better to do. Plz Ignore my swearing. I am in a little bit of a weird mood at the moment. I am pissed from this morning still. I am obsessing over Tuck Everlasting still from yesterday. And I still don't have a bed to sleep on. And I haven't eaten dinner yet. And I don't think i've eaten breakfast since New Years. Actually, it wasn't that long ago. But... before that it wouldn't've been for ages. And anyway, to summarize, i am in a weird mood. I am so bored that I am reading a 28 chapter fic AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!! And it's not even good. Somebody call me and save me before I go and eat my hampster!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Blood dripping down the sides of my mouth. Gravity pulling the drops towards the earth with a 'splash'. My eyes blurring from the high of my destruction. My tongue licking my lips, covered with the red liquid. Oh how I want to be a helicopter. The story i'm making up in my head right now is much more interesting than the fanfic i'm reading... the fanfic is all smoochie smoochie and "I think i'm in love" and "why is he pushing me away" and "i hope i'm not another romp in the sun"... ooooooooooooooooh god... why do i put myself through this torture? well... time to stop... *closes fanfic*... there... done is done... now back to my head... it's a good story at the moment... very pure... no romance yet... hehehehe... awwwwwwwww fuck it... no romance at all... it's all gonna be about um... um... time... and learning that time means nothing when you're living forever... nah, thats shithouse... maybe i'll think of something soon. father just said to me "let me by little girl" and i replied with "if I don't, will you hurl?" he didn't say anything, just went to the kitchen... I thought it was very quick rhyming. okay... i'll admit it... that whole story in my head / romance thing was crap... and a very big lie... the story will have romance in it... *little voice in my head* "Liar Liar. Fall in the Deep Fryer" Bastard voice. Its parents weren't married when it was born. Bastard voice. Always being mean to me. Bastard voice. Never being quiet when I ask it to. Bastard voice. Always yelling and screaming. Bastard voice. Always buzzing. Bastard voice. I reckon it's trying to mobolize it's troops and escape from my head one night when i'm sleeping. Bastard voice. If I didn't need it i'd let it go. Bastard voice. Being a pain in the neck, or head. Bastard voice. Giving me rotten advice. Bastard voice. My family is all at home at the moment. Kinda scary. Mum's in her room watching her ABC detective show. Mitchie's in his room with the door shut, prolly watching a movie on his comp. Dad just went outside, probably for a smoke but you never know. And i'm sitting in here, relaxing and waiting for the sun to come up. It's sorta funny how little we interact. I went out to the lounge room about 40 mins ago and mitchie was watchin tv in there so I sat down on the same lounge and watched the crap too. Then mum gave me my dinner and we ate with minimal talking. Interesting. Welcome to the land of the brave. And the home of the freaks. I did my poll... If u wanna know where u can find each of the poems just find the Jan 8th Posts. They are all in there together. Should still be on this page for a little while. God i feel sick. My husband maybe Foolish bastard We've got to go Take the horses Miles, find your father, he's at the lake. Girl, you'll have to stay here Let them find you You'll be safe But I want to stay with you You can't We'll find you again soon We promise. Come on mum. Excuse my while I go shoot myself in the foot. Fucking hell. Over now. crumble | 7:12 pm
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DOB: 8th of October COUNTRY: Australia & Kangaroos
FAMILY: Mum, Dad, Mitchie, Claudia PETS: Tom the Sexy Beast FEELING:   
likes... buffy the vampire slayer, greys anatomy, glass house, kumars at #42, spicks and specks, west wing, angel, gilmore girls, dark angel, firefly, stargate, lord of the rings, star wars, the simpsons, crossing jordan, tru calling, ally mcbeal, bradley whitford, dominic monaghan, david wenham, rupert grint, james masters, anthony stewart head, elvis, hilary duff, evanescence, good charlotte, the whitlams, machine gun fellatio (the band), my baby tom, writing, singing in the shower, playing pool, netball, basketball, exams, tidying, chinese food (lemon chicken, sizzling steak, chicken and sweet corn soup, san choi bow, spring rolls, prawn chips), my old friends, my new friends, my other friends, my box, my papyrus, my faerie picture, mount caules story. 
 dislikes... bugs, honey, insects that she thinks are poisonous (all of them!), marmalade, studying, not knowing things, not being able to splel, the english curriculum, vacuuming, the beach, being on stage and not knowing what to do, shopping, gross things, vegemite, olives, dark chocolate, flower smells, the hsc, beetroot, my boobs, pickles, people picking their noses, half-eaten food, playing drama games all lesson and not doing any work, my father nagging me to study when I am indeed studying, my father nagging me to study when I am indeed doing something other than studying, losing money, being fat, when the tv times change and you don't know, mornings, being lonely. |
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