| Sisters: read this shit! |
[Aug. 20th, 2006|12:52 am] |
ok. its fine that you think you have a life, a lot of people do. they think they can, you know, go around doing things, making a life for themselves.
but others appreciate your taste in decotrating. so okay, drink the rum and the kegs that your feelings swim in. thats fine. we are so not hurt.
listen up: you little bitches would'nt be shit if it weren't for the prowess of our supreme bitg sis powers, and that's real. ya'll need to step the fuck down and just pray, pray that we'll forgive you. that shit you pulled, damn.
hilary and hailey are coming out with a new flick. it premiered this week, "Material Girls". its a lot about sisters and sister friendship, you know, like working together to work things out, gettin out and gettin on top. things that would happen in our families, IF IT WERENT FOR YOU FUCKS.
see, there's this thing called comradry. . . comaradery. . . mkanda much? i thought we were all hiltony, that's fine. you pull your shit, were pull ours. we've got self-awareness, you know, self- confidence. if you cant' take that shit then you're not worth it. its like talking to fucking twelve year olds.
baby sisters. . . and yoiu're all babies. THAT IS SO SAD. |
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[Feb. 15th, 2006|05:52 pm] |
I just don't know about those guys
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[Dec. 21st, 2005|10:31 pm] |
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lily copies everything i do. |
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| where have all the - hey! I know you! |
[Dec. 7th, 2005|12:00 am] |
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hey everyone. i know it's been a while, but bear with me everyone.
well, trisha's doing well in school, today she got her first B- so we went out for cupcakes and chai tea. tomorrow's the big day so i better get some rest. phew. night everyone. |
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| quick |
[Jun. 2nd, 2005|07:14 pm] |
wha'd he go to? jose? the owls, fool, wait till the owls stop downloading.
it feels creepy to write down what the three boys in the room are saying.
mostly, they are saying 'fool' |
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| gone with the wind |
[Feb. 21st, 2005|04:18 am] |
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let's get serious folks. I haven't up dated this live journal in too long.
since then, i've lost eight eyelashes, and spent too much time in cereal/breakfast aisles,
but i grow stonger with every punch,kick, and leap. "hey roy, pass me the poll vault. I'm taking this one to the sky." |
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[Jan. 16th, 2005|03:07 am] |
sooooooo, another PARTY> do you remember when we fell in love, we were young and innocent then.... and that shit most be over... cause it all feels a littl EMPTY. :) . empty, like the time when i was in a junk yard bucket, and i kept questioning the missing bottom.
i don't even know what you said i'm all going everywhere like i'm crazy and skippuing and i'm happy but i'm not that happy and i'm all happy but i'm all lost. why would i be lost, i guess because the junk yard strectches for miles beyond my eyesight.
mom! Call the cops!
shit mommy... i know its weird, but i still think of my mommy and then i crawl in bed with her.... i'm all MOMMY!!! and she's all my mom.
she's all... 'sweety pie, sweety pie, daddy-o is a not home, and he won't be back for a longggg time.'
i'm all..... say.... WHAT??? DADDY!!!!!!!!!!
sorry dudes and dudettes, i'm drunk.
hahaha.
DRUNK
YAY!~!!! YEAH!!! |
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| NEW YEAR |
[Dec. 31st, 2004|07:39 pm] |
this year i'm going to change, i swear. i'm sorry ronnie, for EVERYTHING.
this year i'm going to change, i swear. I'm sorry body, for not changing BEFORE.
this year i'm going to change, i wear white hanes her way.
cancel that, schedule this... its all the same. but this year i'm going to change. |
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[Dec. 29th, 2004|03:35 pm] |
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sad. what happened to the livliness of this journal? we should call it dead. no, i'm just kidding. hey, it's ME everybody!! I'mmmmmmmmmmmm back!!!! Just like the dinosaurs made their latest 'break-through' in the forgotten year of 200 a.d. (after dinos) i hate them anyway. vote kerry 2004, crrrrazy. whoa, whoa, WHOA, i'm caught in a wind-whoppee whirl, gotta go folks, it's crrrrazy out there. whoa whoa WHHHHOOOOOOAAAA!!!! |
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| uh dur |
[Oct. 26th, 2004|07:58 am] |
"You are a stupid son of a bitch!" I said. i was talking to a rabbit, believe it or not. Man, i was SO super dee dooper WAY-HAYSTED at that party on saturday night.
Warren got mad at me for yelling at his precious rabbit, but not that mad. I'm so annoyed that i drank so much whiskey, hah, me and jack daniels were the last ones to go THAT
night. Apparently, I took a cab home, and either the cabbie scratched my arm, or thee, uh, rabbit did, cos i woke up with a gash in my arm. I refuse to believe that i did this to myself in a state of drunken depression. But if it comes down to it, I will admit that i fell on something sharp, like a cactus. If it comes down to it. I find that it's easier to blame things on cabbies in this life, and rabbits. Even on lobsters. (wink wink sebastian) Yeah man, but all i am REALLY saying tonight is that SOME things - needn't be repeated. |
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[Oct. 13th, 2004|11:03 pm] |
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She said get out of bed. What did you do? Why did i tell you to get out of my bed? oh yeah, i was mad cause i was up doing fucking work and he was sleeping. i was like, get the fuck up. scarred. and then you locked me out of my own fucking room today. yeah, cause i was watching. i seen you coming down the hallway. are you writing to mona? what are you doing? and the doctor orders. yeah, he needs glasses to take away this curse, it makes me feel much worse. these are darker, or, err, brighter. so i went for the half train. yesterday dreaming is just a waste of time. you didn't drink very much the other night. huh? huh? i feel the same. yeah? hi. hello? esther? hi, esther. hi. okay, i was talking to clea, we had a nice conversation. it was fun. now i'm just doing a little studying, hanging out, drinking a little wine. that's cool, man. why? wait i don't understand what's going on here, why are you making me talk, why did you call me? why did you call me? what kind of experiment, i don't appreciate being your geunia pig you know. is this for some kinda psychology class or something, ahahah. cashews are awesomes. |
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| george washington CARVEr. |
[Oct. 12th, 2004|11:14 am] |
The fattest boy in the pumpakin patch chose the fattest pumpakin.
"Go figure," said Andrew, the bully, "Go figure that big Courtney would choose a nice plump one like that."
Andrew was slammed "down on the ground" by a jack o lantern, that randomly came flying off the wagon.
The largest pumpakin belonged to big Courtney, and no one could take this from him.
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!! I HOPE THE SALES ARE BUSY!! |
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| THIS IS OVER |
[Sep. 24th, 2004|11:32 pm] |
oh i'm sorry. i don't care. hey, listen paul. guys, let me tell you something. wait, don't be cute. i'm sorry, this is between me and her. this is between all three of us actually. only four of us, that's chill. so, alright. this is kinda awkward, this is kinda, hmm... hey, thank you. awww, paul sandwich, paul sandwich. its your birthday, its your birthday. well, actually, it was your birthday yesterday. GET OUT OF MY ROOM, LEAVE, THE BAR IS CLOSED, THE BAR IS CLOSED, THE BAAAAAARRRRRRRRRR IS CLOSED. hahahah. sarah and i are gonna get stoned tonight with justin tompson, we gotta find him... where is he? i'm showing him the whiskey faces. maybe we have a dollar. you don't have to give him money, its one shot. we can just bullshit.
not yet, one sec, one more drink and then i'll be ready. i'll dominate you on fucking whiskey shots.
be it resolved that these two chicks went through a handle of jack daniels every two days freshman year, be it resolved!
the end. |
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| elsewhere |
[Sep. 13th, 2004|05:24 pm] |
a rose grew from the concrete ground and suprised nobody, cos nobody cared.
a boy threw rocks to heaven's clouds but it didn't matter, cos no one was there. |
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| its all the same |
[Sep. 9th, 2004|02:02 am] |
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. . . but who are you going home with tonight? |
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| three digit number degrees |
[Aug. 30th, 2004|05:23 pm] |
beeee-u-ti-ful. just fuckin great! i'm stuck in the desert on a hot day with not just ANY waterbottle, an EMPTY waterbottle. you know what i say? you know what i tell 'em? i say, "give it to the rattlesnakes, let 'em devour plastic." |
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[Aug. 28th, 2004|06:01 am] |
skunk
bunk
tunk
funk
drunk
gunk
junk
spunk
lunk
cunk
dunk
hunk
monk
sunk
ddddddd
eunch
spunk
drunk,
drunk,
drunk.
achohol! |
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| Sometimes... |
[Aug. 24th, 2004|01:46 am] |
Sometimes I get drunk and they stare....
because I'm tearing down walls and raping sheep.
hahahah FOOLS.
guess we know who rules this school (plane) right now, that's right, lil' lil and big E in da house!
you all wish you knew you wanted us, you wish it, but you'll never know it.
MOTHER FUCKING PRICKS, there's not room enough for three of us, and spaces one and two are signed, saved, delivered, OURS.
HAHAHAHA fuck faces, just wait until you taste it.
because its all SO sweet.
<3 lil. lil. |
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