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[08 Jun 2006|08:19pm] |
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there's a mickey of malibu to the left of me on my dad's work desk. i don't exactly know what to do with it. my parents found it in my closet, we talked about it, then settled it. so now it's all swell and good- but i want my mickey back now. my dad has clients in this office so i it's turned into a stand off. i want it back, but i won't take it, they're keeping it there to see if i'll take it. But sooner or later, they'll have a meeting in the office and they'll have to put it away because i don't think they can close a deal with a shiny plastic bottle of clearly teenager liquer on the desk. it's a horrible horrible game of chicken... that makes me thirsty for warmth.
roses are red violets are blue i'm so unromantic eat shit
this week was detox from routine week!
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[05 Sep 2005|05:28pm] |
im back from venezuela. tanned and more vibrant than ever. south america has me stirred. im wearing a t-shirt that has all the venezeulan slang. im sure most of you [my friends] would appreciate it. i miss you guys so damn much.Regina had me thinking about photobooths and confident tears. I have all this time to fill up with screens and books and music and freestyling. before i forget, family rules every love after your first. I spent 10 days in my brown hertiage and loved every fucking second of it. The excitemtn of having a common thing (blood and genes) vitos all small talk. Laughter is plenty if family ties are strong. school is starting and ive got my clothes ready and my paper and binders waiting for me at home. i miss harriet [who will watch GG with me now?] and im eager to learn. seeyoutomorrowfriends.
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[29 Jan 2005|05:13pm] |
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Show me a dire peice of poetry, a swinging dance, an (ohhhhhh!) lyric slash freestyle. Then we become friends and add eachother.
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