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(no subject) [Dec. 24th, 2004|10:31 pm]
my sister is better than yours
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(no subject) [Dec. 10th, 2004|07:07 am]
you're Kelly! you love your sports. especially your
red sox!! you're outgoing, friendly, and a
loyal friend.

what pink bandit are you?
brought to you by Quizilla

hahah goo figure...

shannon, that thing is sick :)
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(no subject) [Nov. 2nd, 2004|11:24 am]
Don't kid yourself.

we're strangers now.
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(no subject) [Aug. 26th, 2004|11:08 pm]
I'm pissed man.

Not one goddamn birthday phonecall.

I lied.. Actually, one. Thanks Tommy. It really meant a lot.
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(no subject) [Apr. 7th, 2004|09:58 pm]

I don't feel like having dipshits read my journal.

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(no subject) [Mar. 2nd, 2004|07:12 pm]
You did this.
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(no subject) [Jan. 31st, 2004|09:50 am]
[Current Mood |aggravatedaggravated]
[Current Music |the postal service]

Fuck the cold. I need to be in boston right now.
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©orporate [Jan. 20th, 2004|08:41 pm]
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(no subject) [Jan. 16th, 2004|04:57 pm]
Somewhere under water maybe you could find my heart
'Cause that's where I threw it after you had torn it out
Three days ago
The doctor told me, "Every skyline and every night spent alone
Are tearing you apart."
Maybe I should get some help
Maybe I should fly out to Montana
I've heard it's quite quiet way out past the electric lines
Out where no one will ever know my name
Oh, I've had it now
I'm walking down to your house
I'm banging on the door
Please, please, please, Mr. Hox
Won't you tell your daughter I'm all alone
And I'm not handling this well
You never know just what you have
Until you get it yanked out of your chest
Well that's it
I'm walking to the water
I'm standing on the bank
I'm staring at my reflection
Oh my god, I look pathetic tonight
Well, guess what
I'm diving in this river
And I'm fishing out my heart
And I'm never gonna let you get your hands on this again.
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