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Dec. 25th, 2007 @ 06:15 pm Merry F*ckin Christmas....
Santa can kiss my ass..
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chugit
Jul. 14th, 2007 @ 01:23 pm 22....
Current Mood: chipper
Happy Bday To Me!
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bday
Feb. 8th, 2007 @ 04:32 pm What?!
ANNA NICOLE DEAD?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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stretch
Dec. 18th, 2006 @ 12:48 am Its All In My Head...
Current Mood: Desperate
Wish me luck girls....
I know I can.

I. Know. I. Can.
So.... I should just do it already huh?
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calm
Nov. 29th, 2006 @ 06:38 pm ...Help...
Current Mood: depressed
I'm so depressed.
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hidin
Mar. 18th, 2006 @ 08:11 pm LOL
Current Mood: amused
A little boy comes down to breakfast. Since his family lives on a
farm, his mother asks if he has done his chores." Not yet," said the
little boy.

His mother tells him no breakfast until he does his chores.

Well, he's a little pissed, so he goes to feed the chickens, and he
kicks a chicken. He goes to feed the cows, and he kicks a cow. He goes
to feed the pigs, and he kicks a pig. He goes back in for breakfast and
his mother gives him a bowl of dry cereal.

"How come I don't get any eggs and bacon? Why don't I
have any milk in my cereal?" he asks.

"Well, his mother says, "I saw you kick a chicken, so you don't get any
eggs for a week. I saw you kick the pig, so you don't get any bacon for
a week either. I also saw you kick the cow, so for a week you aren't
getting any milk."

Just then, his father comes down for breakfast and kicks the cat halfway
across the kitchen.

The little boy looks up at his mother with a smile, and says
"Are you going to tell him, or should I?"
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:)
Mar. 17th, 2006 @ 12:20 am (no subject)
Current Mood: crappy
TRIPLETS

A woman pregnant with triplets was walking down the street when a
masked robber ran out of a bank and shot her three times in the stomach.
Luckily the babies were OK. The surgeon decided to leave the bullets in
because it was too risky to operate.She gave birth to two healthy daughters
and a healthy son. All was fine for 16 years, and then one daughter walked
into the room in tears.
"What's wrong?" asked the mother.
"I was taking a tinkle and this bullet came out," replied the daughter.
The mother told her it was okay and explained what happened 16 years
ago.
About a week later the second daughter walked into the room in tears.
"Mom, I was taking a tinkle and this bullet came out."
Again the mother told her not to worry and explained what happened 16
years ago.A week later her son walked into the room in tears.
"It's okay" said the Mom, "I know what happened. You were taking a
tinkle and a bullet came out."
"No," said the boy, "I was playing with myself and I shot the dog."
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Innocent!
Feb. 13th, 2006 @ 09:08 pm U Better Believe It
Current Mood: pissed off
I swear, I will never marry a man that is anything like my father.
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men...
Feb. 12th, 2006 @ 03:19 pm So Much Snow!!!!!!!
Current Mood: giggly
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twinkletwikle
Feb. 11th, 2006 @ 12:42 pm The Moral Way . . .
Current Mood: bored
I was a very happy man. My wonderful girlfriend and I had been dating for over a year, and so we decided to get married.

There was only one little thing bothering me. It was her beautiful younger sister. My prospective sister-in-law was twenty-two, wore very tight miniskirts, and generally went bra-less.

She would regularly bend down when she was near me. It had to be deliberate.

She never did it when she was near anyone else.

One day the "little" sister called and asked me to come over to check the wedding invitations. She was alone when I arrived, and she whispered to me that she had feelings and desires for me that she couldn't overcome. She told me that she wanted to make love to me just once before I got married and committed my life to her sister.

Well, I was in total shock, and couldn't say a word. She said, "I'm going upstairs to my bedroom, and if you want one last wild fling, just come up and get me."

I was stunned and frozen in shock as I watched her go up the stairs.

When she reached the top she pulled off her panties and threw them down the stairs at me. I stood there for a moment, then turned and made a beeline straight to the front door. I opened the door and headed straight towards my car.

Lo and behold, my entire future family was standing outside, all clapping!

With tears in his eyes, my father-in-law to be hugged me and said, "We are
very happy that you have passed our little test. We couldn't ask for a better

man for our daughter. Welcome to our family."

Moral of the story:

Always keep your condoms in your car.
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haha
Feb. 8th, 2006 @ 04:15 pm Damn School.
Current Mood: sleepy
Im bored...
(I gotta write a short summary bout a children's book)

Im tired...
(I need more sleep, I fell asleep looking thorugh a microscope In Lab yesterday.)

But Im Full :)
(Nothing like the dollar menu at McDonalds...Damn damn damn)

Good grief...
So much for my diet.
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greedyme
Feb. 4th, 2006 @ 10:51 pm Sigh....
Current Mood: touched
Current Music: Keisha Cole - Love
Here I Am
by Bryan Adams


Here I am - this is me
There's no where else on earth I'd rather be
Here I am - it's just me and you
And tonight we make our dreams come true

It's a new world - it's a new start
It's alive with the beating of young hearts
It's a new day - it's a new plan
I've been waiting for you
Here I am

Here we are - we've just begun
And after all this time - our time has come
Ya here we are - still goin' strong
Right here in the place where we belong

Chorus
Here I am - next to you
And suddenly the world is all brand new
Here I am - where I'm gonna stay
Now there's nothin standin in our way
Here I am - this is me
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:)
Feb. 1st, 2006 @ 03:41 pm Daddy, How Was I Born?
Current Mood: bored
A little boy goes to his father and asks
"Daddy, how was I born?"
The father answers:
"Well, son, I guess one day you will need to find out anyway!
Your Mom and I first got together in a chat room on Yahoo.
Then I set up a date via e-mail with your Mom and we met at a cyber-cafe.
We sneaked into a secluded room, where your mother agreed to a download from my hard drive.
As soon as I was ready to upload, we discovered that neither one of us had used a firewall,
and since it was too late to hit the delete button,
nine months later a blessed little Pop-Up appeared and
said: You've Got Male!"
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:)
Jan. 28th, 2006 @ 11:39 pm "What word starts with an 'F' and ends in 'K'?
Current Mood: giggly
Current Music: "Here I Am" Bryan Adams
A first-grade teacher, Ms. Brooks, was having trouble with one of her
students. The teacher asked, "Harry, what's your problem?"
Harry answered, "I'm too smart for the 1st grade. My sister is in the
3rd grade and I'm smarter than she is! I think I should be in the 3rd
grade too!"
Ms. Brooks had had enough. She took Harry to the principal's office.
While Harry waited in the outer office, the teacher explained to the
principal what the situation was.
The principal told Ms. Brooks he would give the boy a test. If he
failed to answer any of his questions he was to go back to the 1st
grade and behave. She agreed.
Harry was brought in and the conditions were explained to him and he
agreed to take the test.

Principal: "What is 3 x 3?"
Harry: "9."
Principal: "What is 6 x 6?"
Harry: "36."
And so it went with every question the principal thought a 3rd grader
should know.
The principal looks at Ms. Brooks and tells her, "I think Harry can go
to the 3rd grade."
Ms. Brooks says to the principal, "Let me ask him some questions."
The principal and Harry both agreed.
Ms. Brooks asks, "What does a cow have four of that I have only two of?"
Harry, after a moment: "Legs."
Ms. Brooks: "What is in your pants that you have but I do not have?"
The principal wondered why would she ask such a question!
Harry replied: "Pockets."
Ms. Brooks: "What does a dog do that a man steps into?"
Harry: "Pants."
Ms. Brooks: What starts with a C, ends with a T, is hairy, oval,
delicious and contains thin, whitish liquid?"
Harry: "Coconut."
The principal sat forward with his mouth hanging open.
Ms. Brooks: "What goes in hard and pink then comes out soft and sticky?"
The principal's eyes opened really wide and before he could stop the
answer, Harry replied, "Bubble gum."
Ms. Brooks: "What does a man do standing up, a woman does sitting down
and a dog does on three legs?"
Harry: "Shake hands."
The principal was trembling.
Ms. Brooks: "What word starts with an 'F' and ends in 'K' that means a
lot of heat and excitement?"
Harry: "Firetruck."

The principal breathed a sigh of relief and told the teacher, "Put
Harry in the fifth-grade, I got the last seven questions wrong......".
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stretch
Jan. 28th, 2006 @ 12:46 am Tricky tricky...
Current Mood: contemplative
What is black when you buy it, red when you use it, and gray
when you throw it away?
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sittinpretty
Jan. 26th, 2006 @ 12:19 am Hmm...Do u know this 1?
Current Mood: contemplative
A woman shoots her husband. Then she holds him under water for over 5 minutes. Finally, she hangs him. But 5 minutes later they both go out together and enjoy a wonderful dinner together. How can this be?
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sittinpretty
Jan. 23rd, 2006 @ 09:18 pm Do U Know It?
Current Mood: dorky
A murderer is condemned to death. He has to choose between three rooms. The first is full of raging fires, the second is full of assassins with loaded guns, and the third is full of lions that haven't eaten in 3 years.
Which room is safest for him?
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stretch
Jan. 16th, 2006 @ 11:46 pm Shake It Like Jello... Make The Boys Say Hello!!!
Current Mood: dirty
Take the quiz:
what celebrity bootay do you have? (girls only)

Beyonce
Youre sexy and know how to shake what your momma gave you!

Quizzes by myYearbook.com -- the World's Biggest Yearbook!
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goodies
Jan. 13th, 2006 @ 11:48 pm . . . . . . . . . . . .
Current Mood: blank
Im so fucking fed up with this bullshit I call my life.
I am so done with this world and the motherfuckers that breathe the same air I do.
I am one stupid bitch.
I have let this world repeatedly rape me over and over and over again.
This must be my hell because for some reason God made sure that from the second
I was conceived that I was to have an enormous amount of understanding
about the world around me and about life itself.
It doesn't matter how perfect I am, how determined I am, how much I yearn for things
that not only am I not to get it, but Im to have people brutally remind me,
that I am absolutly nothing.
Well you know what people,
I give in.
You've won this battle.
Im finished.
You've succeeded in breaking me.
You've broken my soul.
Literally my body feels like if I would lay down and close my eyes,
that most likely I would never wake up again.
I can feel it.
Its whats calling me right now.
I keep swaying even as Im typing and I can feel this sense of release.
This feeling of nothing and its so strong that I could just vomit right now.
I would probably vomit my heart like I had to burp and then Id probably stare at it and then
and that would be it. Id simply exhale and then Id be no more.
It sucks because due to the fact that I am so very aware I know that I could never commit suicide.
Theres something in me that tells me that I was given life, this thing that no one could ever
fully understand how heavy, how enormous, how fantastic, life itself is that
unless its taken away from me by my Maker there's absolutely nothing I can do about it.

You people, u Amazing teachers have taught me how unnecessary I am, how unimportant I am.
No matter what I think Im doing trying to make a mark in this world, i am and will always be nothing,
No matter what color i am you've taught me that i am colorless, and not colorless in the way i wished
for the world to view me. You taught me that i am oderless, no matter what makes me gasy or what
"sweet smelling" disguting acid u all refer to as perfume i use to stain my flesh in order to make
myself more appealing, or that I am eternally mute no matter what flows out of my mouth, like singing,
putting out an album with my siblings,having you all who have really heard me tell me how blessed my voice
sounds, or through my normal way of communication, by talking whether it sound intelligent or ghetto,cursed or
didnt curse or sounds ive tried to create using my handsby learning to play the piano and the guitar or through
my writingwhat you all have told me were amazing stories, A+ graded essays, and creative poems. It doesn't matter
how pretty i am or how pretty I could make myself you all have made sure that i learned that air is more solid
than i am by never touching me, never hugging me, never holding me or comforting even when it was all i yearned
from you my "family" and you my "friends". Maybe thats y i always want to be around kids, they say that they
can see what others cant, what grown ups cant. There the only ones who will hug me, who
aren't disgusted to love me. i now understand y you all whisper those sweet, tempting, intoxicating
nothings in my innocent eager desperate ears, you're all so aware of how much i want to be needed.
Of course it makes it that much sweeter for you all when you hold that knife to my face and then gut me with
it. You pretend to care, that way u can rape me for whatever it is you want. Well im no longer trying to get
ur attention. From now on, don't bother trying to lure me. im already waiting
to do ur bidding. you need advice i'll give it, you want my money take it, you want me to give 100%
for next to nothing, i'll give u 300% and you can abuse me all you want. Theres no longer a reason for
me to try so hard with everything, because i understand now that i'll still be nothing in everyone's eyes.
At least now i am a true nothing, a nothing thats been broken.
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hiddentears
Jan. 1st, 2006 @ 11:35 pm HAPPY....Yada Yada U Know.
Current Mood: hopeful
Current Music: If Its Lovin That You Need by Rhianna
My New Years was ruined by a few brats I was sitting for.
The story of my life.
I ended my year with screaming kids and began it with screaming kids
and trust me I see more of them in my near future.
Good grief.
And unless someone's paying me at least 20 bucks an hour, Im done babysitting on New years.
Sigh...at least last year the kids were unconscious.

Next year at the strike of midnite I hope Im being RAVISHED by a real hottie.
That or almost dead drunk.
Ok maybe not cuz I haven't recovered from that
bottle of champagne I gulped down in 2 mins a few months back.
It was my first time being hammered.
Oh well.
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wettkiss