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Saturday, January 06, 2007

Don't it feel like something's not right in his kiss tonight?


golf was okay. i was completely embarrassed when i played pool. darn it, i played damn terribly and was like"fuck.fuck.fuck."then " fuckity fuck fuck". that's how bad i played. then this unlce asked Amelia and i to play with Jeremy and one of his friend and both of us were like"FUCK"we didn't want to be rude so we played...and the guys were like laughing like hell... fuck.(: and we had to go home...that reminds me, i have to wake up early tomorrow to collect my scholarship MONEY. anyway, amelia and i are so gonna buck up on our pool.by playing it on the billiard table, hope it works(:

Saturday, January 06, 2007


Melodies.
This is my blog, what's here remains here.
I'll be glad if you'd tag before you leave.
Leave if you're unhappy.
If you really dislike me then don't bother viewing the rest of my blog(:
It won't do you no good.

Talk to the Hand(:

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