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[22 Oct 2006|08:00pm] |
When you said tulips
I knew that you're mine
When I caught you there
Crying in the night
Wearing my jacket
Wearing that smile
I knew that I'd found you
This could be an opportunity
Were you unawares?
Did it catch you out?
Or did it break you in
Right from the start?
It's as pure as fire
It's as pure as snow
I knew that I'd found you
This could be an opportunity
If you promise to let it
If you promise to let it grow
'Cos you're the one I love
-tulips, by bloc party.
sigh.
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[11 Mar 2006|09:08pm] |
Respond anonymously with the following:
1. one secret.
2. one compliment.
3. one random thing.
4. one love note.
5. lyrics to a song.
6. how old you are.
7. how long we've been friends.
8. a hint to who you are.
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[03 Feb 2006|09:44am] |
hjrkgw r4htwkhtwkhj4tk.
I am always sick!
it's pretty lame.
Here's a joke for Christianna, 'what's a trees? favorite drink?'
'root beer!'
that was the joke on my cheese stick this morning.
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[01 Jan 2006|09:48pm] |
( fall clearance sale )
i'm pretty mad right now. i hate it when my mom kicks me off the computer. apparently, on and off for three hours actually means three hours.
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[29 Dec 2005|09:17pm] |
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( words )
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[21 Dec 2005|10:24pm] |
raided my brothers photo bucket!!!!!!!!!
( Read more... )
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[21 Dec 2005|09:34pm] |
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NAJAWA!!!!!!!!
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[18 Dec 2005|05:46pm] |
megan ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) knockoutjohnny made my sexy layout.
she's my main squeeze.
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[15 Dec 2005|06:35am] |
Androgynous
You scored 56 masculinity and 76 femininity! | | You scored high on both masculinity and femininity. You have a strong personality exhibiting characteristics of both traditional sex roles. |  |
My test tracked 2 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: | You scored higher than 37% on masculinity | | You scored higher than 89% on femininity |
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[29 Nov 2005|06:48am] |
O the minarets of Constantinople
Are plated gold, ivory, and opal
Their cupolas all onion domed and light.
And the magistrate of Constantinople
Has made a match; his family was hopeful
Their daughter would be promised a wedding night.
But the Sultan's weary bride, she won't be wed tonight
Nor fall beneath a canopy to lie
For far across the town, her lover's lying drowned
And painted by the Bosporus in blue
And there's nothing for a broken heart to do.
Down the dirty streets of Constantinople
The beggars weep, their hands all wide open
The severed leper limbs all swing and sway.
At a windowsill in Constantinople
Our Hero sighs to melodies noteful
And gazes on the walls that hold his love.
But the Sultan's weary bride, she won't be wed tonight
Nor fall beneath a canopy to lie
For far across the town, her lover's now is drowned
And painted by the Bosporus in blue
And there's nothing for a broken heart to do.
No, there's nothing for a broken heart to do.
Except cry.
--constantinope, the decemberists.
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[23 Nov 2005|09:14pm] |
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yar. i'm a mean pirate.
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[20 Nov 2005|06:08am] |
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my computer emergency was so scary...
i was frightened.
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[18 Nov 2005|07:14pm] |
i bought this coat.
is that not adorable????
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[12 Nov 2005|10:41am] |
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if saltine crackers were a fruit, they would be my favorite fruit.
that is all i really have to say.
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