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Post: 55963173_91 created on Sun, 31 Jan 2010 05:42:01 +0000
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CHASE ANTHONY GIOVANNE

" music is love in search of words."

My name tags says, Chase Anthony Giovanne.
But you can call me chase, or just Giovanne,
So that must be me.
You can say I'm the male whose girlfriend is a music device
I'm a tutu chaser
Looking for a a girl that I can listen to my ipod with is of my liking.

My mother thought it would help me make friends. I'll ******** show them, how I'm avoided by all those tanned plastic barbie-dolls, and picture-perfect jocks. Then, maybe she'll understand.

nobody, yet.

xoxoxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

ABOUTIME

So you wanna get to know me?

I've never really had many friends at one time. Those whom became close to me, walked away quickly after realizing whom I really was. I've killed thousands of people, and ate them. Jokes. I would never eat anyone. But, people sure act like I do. It's pathetic, really. If they actually just put their hectic lives on hold for one moment, and come to talk to me, they would realize I'm not one to be avoided. I'm a pretty sweet guy when you get to know me personally. But, all my piercings, tattoos, and just how I look in general don't help me, in any way, I probably just intimidate people. Oh, well. I like the art that is on my body. While people are having sex, I'm getting a new hole in my skin. While someone gets drunk, I'm getting drunk. When some worthless prep is tanning, I'm rocking out on my guitar(which I can play like a total BEAST, if you haven't heard). Yeah. Well, that's enough about what I'm not.

I'm pretty much like a golden retriever. Loyal. Friendly. Considerate. And, Intelligent. And, well, that's pretty much all a dog is, unfortunately. But, I am a huge jokester, and just loving messing around with the friends that I do have. Me and 'Livia Deamone are best friends, and she's probably the person whom knows me best. She's absolutely amazing, and she's super bomb at mix-matching outfits. She even picks out my clothes, sometimes. It's pretty awesome. Anyways, I'm not cocky, well, when it comes to my gee-tar skills, why wouldn't I be? I'm ********' amazing! Yeah. It's true though. I really want to play in a band, once I move out. I definetly have the right look going, for sure. The whole 'emo/scene' fad's totally in.

Yeah,yeah,yeah. Well, I was born on a chilly December morning, in 1990. Which brings me to being eighteen years old. My mother was a tattoo artist, and my dad, a tatted up chef at some high-end restaurant in Boston, Massachusetts. Pretty sweet, huh? Yeah. I still got that slight accent, where I tend to stress syllables. Girls seem to dig it, when they actually hear my voice. It's still pretty damn deep, and with that accent, it just makes it even sexier. No wonder girls always stare at me in class, when I answer some question the teacher throws at me randomly. Yeah. Suck it, chickas. Okay. That was kinda' disrespectful. Ha. Not really. But, yeah. Anyways, Boston was where lovely little Chase was born on December 15th, of 1990. I floated through those few years before starting pre-school, kindergarten, elementary, and then middle school. Junior high was pretty much when everything changed. I grew to be distant, reserved, barely there, due to the bitter divorce of his parents and his mother fighting for custody of the boy. She was still relatively young, just turned thirty actually, when they had split up. It obliviously hurt me. But, I was quite happy there were going to be less fights between them. In those middle school years, I lost alot of friends. I mean, alot. Like, 10. They were really good friends too. Not anymore, I guess. Oh well. They obliviously weren't very good friends. Anways, I drifted through middle school, and then the first three years of highschool. Of course, I was called 'emo', 'f**', and all those super degrading names. It didn't bother me though, 'cause I wasn't a 'f**', nor 'emo'. I was just Chase, and still am.

xoxoxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

reserved | affectionate | caring

xoxoxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

MY PERFECT MELODIES AND BROKEN STRINGS!!

MINE MINE MINE MINE!!!

★my guitar
★my dog
★my few friends
★alcohol
★classic cars
★italian food
★screamo and alternative music
★old-fashioned girls
★super tight jeans
★ipods

Um, You can have it...

☠preps
☠sluts
☠chinese food
☠oranges
☠cats
☠the smell of hospitals
☠rain
☠mornings
☠flared jeans
☠all those prep stores

But you have to promise not to tell anyone!

I'm deathly afraid of losing anyone remotely close to me.

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raise your h e a r t s like 「ｐｅｏｐｌｅ」
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now we're burning up, now we're burning up
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❝ Killing time with Gin and lime; each second numbs the pain - love's just another rhyme. ❞

Mornings. Hmph. They sucked quite majorly. Especially when you were hoping to stay home, and be a lazy bum all freaking summer while others were still partying it up from the night before, while this lazy young male was rocking out on his guitar to screamo and alternative music. His nights were obliviously a blast. But, he'd rather stay sober at home, than die in a drunk driving accident any day. Like, any day. He would rather hang out with his d**k-wad of a father, than hang out with all those bitchy popular people, and ride in their red brand new porsches, or go get a fake tan. He was pretty content with being pale, and, not to mention he had stunning blue eyes with black hair. The whole pale look really highlighted his features. Yeah. Enough of that talk. As I was saying, he had just risen from the lovely thing called sleep, with his jet black hair in his eyes, and his chunky little dog, Magnum, at his feet. With a light groan, the male, known as Chase Anthony Giovanne, stretched his arms over his head. "Mum...why are you sleeping on my bed?"Yeah, he was definetly still asleep. How could anyone confuse their dog, with a human being if you were fully awake? Exactly. He was that male that stayed groggy for hours after he had awoken. Always had been, and most likely always will be, he didn't mind much, though.

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Post: 55963173_93 created on Tue, 09 Feb 2010 07:04:11 +0000
Posted: Tue, 09 Feb 2010 07:04:11 +0000

cailmarieevergreen

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{the bestfriend turned a**-kicking musician}

couldn't take the blame, sick with shame
must be exhausting to lose your own game
selfishly {hated}, no wonder you're jaded
you can't play the victim this time and you're too -late-

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kill the lights.
these children learn from cigarette burns, fast cars, fast women, and ( c h e a p d r i n k s. )
it feels right.
all these a s p h y x i a t e d, self-medicated; take the white pill, you'll feel alright!!

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Post: 55963173_96 created on Sat, 13 Feb 2010 03:02:30 +0000
Posted: Sat, 13 Feb 2010 03:02:30 +0000

CHARLEE MARIE GIORGIO

R e a d M y L i p s
Say My Name;; charlee marie giorgio
All These Candles Define Me;; seventeen
The Day I Graced This Planet;; october eighth
Obviously I'm A;; chick
My Sexual Preference Is;; sexy males

Y o u C a n H a v e W h a t e v e r Y o u L i k e
Raindrops on Roses;;

★sex
★alcohol
★classic cars
★diners
★muscular men
★money
★italian food

When The Bees Sting;;

✖school
✖bitches
✖seafood
✖being called a whore
✖medicine
✖nerds
✖my father

Fact: I'm Important;;
I don't hang out with many girls, I'm more of a tom-boy than anything. My father left when I was a child, and my mother and brothers are all I need. I feel like I have to put on a mean facade to be respected by anyone and everyone in my life; to show them I'm not weak, when in reality, I'm a broken girl.

A u t o b i o g r a p h y

I'll tell you one thing, I wasn't always hanging such a... for lack of a better word, slut. Well, my mother got married in a small chapel in vegas after a crazy night in Vegas to some total ******** douche who can't seem to keep his d**k in his pants. Now, you're probably wondering how my life goes, correct? Well, my life froze when I was sixteen, meaning I'm a vampire. Jokes. I'm a proud human. And, everyone knows werewolves are sexier. Anywho... you may not belive me, but I was born in a Venice, Italy~ yeah, I know. But, it's 659 percent true. I wasn't abused, I didn't cut, I didn't murder any families. I was just that average girl, who had average grades, and always had below average boyfriends. My love life has always been horrible. Always. In kindergarten, I liked a boy named Anthony, but he told the teacher I cut his hair. Liar. I just tried to kiss him. I was then put into the corner, and left there for about 10 minutes. Of course, being a sensitive little girl, I cried.

Well, I'll go back to that soon enough. I was born on a lovely October day on a gondola ride. I'm serious. My mom and dad had been just coming home from a popular restaurant to our waterfront home on a gondola. My mother had just stepped off the dock to get into the boat, when her water suddenly broke and she slipped into the water below. Of course, she screamed bloody ******** murder. And, that water was cold. Like, 40 degrees. That's not very good for a pregnant woman. Anyways, tourists and locals crowded around the shrieking woman on the balconies of their hotels and homes. She continued to shriek, and shriek until a couple men heaved the wet and shaking woman onto the gondola once again. Fortunately for my mom and dad, and myself, there was a doctor watching. He knew I wouldn't live if they tried to get me into a hospital, seeing as the closest one was thirty-five miles away from where I lived. So, he performed surgery. So, my mom's vag was hanging out for the whole damn city to see. Ha, just kidding, some people grabbed blankets and draped them over to warm her up, and so they wouldn't have to see up her va-j-j and see my pretty little head come out. My brothers, who were seven at the time, knew nothing of this until I came home with my momma and papa. Well, about twenty minutes later, I popped out. Dead. Just kidding, I was alive and cryin'.

After that little event, the whole city knew my family. Way to get popular, huh?Anyways, I was brought home to my loving brothers, Gino and Gian who were quite surprised to hear the tale of their little baby sister. The last few years drifted by quite quickly. Now, the whole 'Charlee cut my hair' thing practically broke me until third grade. When, I had yet another crush on a boy named Angelo. He was a cutie~ Brown hair, hazel eyes. Ahh. Yeah, well we went out. But, I accidentaly threw a ball at his face and he broke up with me. Hmph. I obliviously didn't have any luck, and still don't in the boy department. Now, my brothers were about 12 at that time, and threatened to hurt that boy if he said one little word to me. The next day, Angelo talked to me. They punched him in the stomach. Yeah... After fourth grade, I had a fair share of boyfriends, but my best was in the eighth grade. We became bf and gf a couple months before I moved to Manhattan, New York. I loved him. He loved me. We lasted until a couple days before I moved to another country. Of course, I was bawling my eyes out. My brothers didn't do anything to him though, seeing as Gian was in college for archaeology and Gino was in college for culinary arts. Oh, and, my father left when I was about thirteen years old, 'cause he had a sugar mama in Jersey. Little f'er.

After I moved, the whole 'daddy left me' finally kicked in, and sent me into a total rebellion. First, I started drinking anything I could find that had alcohol in it. Vodka. Rum. Beer. Wine. Absolutely anything. I was seen as 'that girl', who hang out with the bad crowd. Now, they pressured me into doing weed, and all that stuff. Those were easy to quit, though, and I just got tired of that stuff. Well, the thing I did next was probably the worst. I hooked up with one of the guys in the group. It was the best feeling I've ever had, and I will never give it up. Ever. To my senior year, I had ******** at least fifteen guys. Mind you, I am a senior. I'm not a whore, I just like to do it, ALOT.

P u l l s M y S t r i n g s
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❝ Sex is more than an act of pleasure, its' the ability to be able to feel so close to a person, so connected, so comfortable that it's almost breathtaking to the point you feel you can’t take it. And at this moment you're a part of them. ❞

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❝ why would I ever be kind to someone lower, and less attractive than myself? ❞

Mornings. Ew. They were most definetly not a night owl's forte. This girl would rather stay up until four in the morning, and wake up with an absolutely horrrible hangover, than wake up fully rested at six am and get ready for school. It sucked. But, this girl's school life was pretty...easy. She did not get picked on, she sometimes picked on people. She wasn't much of a rumor starter, but had a fair share started about herself. She was 'the' girl. The one that had money, oblivious looks, brains, and so much more. She was that girl that you would stare at walking down the hall, in complete awe. She wasn't that much of a tool, though. She was pretty kind to her friends, and such, but if not, could make the quarterback cry with her icy words. She was the queen of the school, no doubt bout' it. She was the girl that had been caught having intercourse in the school bathroom, and had done so many other bad things. It was a wonder to why she was not already expelled... but things could easily change.

beep-beep-beeeee SLAM! A tanned hand had collided with the electronic device's snooze button. "Nngghhh..." she groaned, moving dark-hair from her face, before burying her head into her pillow once again. beep-beep "God ******** damnit!" Charlee Marie Giorgio yelled, yanking the alarm from it's plug, and chucking it at the floor. Aw, s**t. Why'd she do that? Now she was fully awake. D; Frowning, the girl pulled a hand through her hair, before she shimmied herself off the bed, and her feet touched the hard-wood floors below. Trudging over to her bathroom, she began the tedious process of making herself look daaaamn good. Not that she didn't already, of course. Plugging in her straightener, the dark-haired girl brushed her pearly whites, and hair before running the flat-iron across her locks. She was done in a short fifteen minutes, and moved on to make-up. A bit of foundation here, eyeshadow, eyeliner, blush, mascara, and a nude lip-gloss to top her make-up off. Ahh, perfection in it's raw form. With a content sigh, Charlee cleaned up her bathroom a bit, before skipping off to her large walk-in closet.

Time to get dressed

.Pulling on the tan leather jacket, the girl looked at herself in the mirror, and ran to the bathroom once more. Her hair needed a little.. oomph. Grabbing a comb, she began teasing. Not a lot though, she didn't want to be a scene girl. FInally content, she quickly hair-sprayed, and grabbed her bag, cell-phone, and iPod from her bed. School time. Bleh. Getting a tune in her head, th girl began singing lightly to 'Whoa Oh' by Forever the Sickest Kids. "Girl, who taught you how to move like that? At this pace your at you're going way to fast. I, I saw you from across the room. It's me versus every guy it's your choice you choose." she sang, slipping her heels on and making her way downstairs and out the door. Her parents were already at work, and her little sister at school.

Seeing her 'baby' in the drive-way, she hurriedly made her way over to the sleek car. A lovely red 'Stang Ahh, she loved that car more than life itself! Ha, jokes. Sliding into the driver seat, the car was quickly started, and the engine was revved. Pulling out of the driveway, the blue-eyed girl made it to school in about three minutes, and had pulled into a parking spot near the front of the school. Stepping out of the vehicle, Charlee grabbed her things out, and locked the vehicle bfore striding confidentely into her school.

With lips lightly parted, she made her way into the science classroom, where many known, and unknown faces greeted her. With a sly smile, she weaseled her way next to one of her dear friends Danielle. "Hey babe." she cooed, placing her elbow on the table and her head in her hand. "Hey Char. Did you hear about our lame teacher? He pairs us up for an experiment on the first day, with people he knows we don't like, or hang with." "Aw, great~" she stated sarcastically, before her eyes glanced around the room. Whoa whoa whoa. Who was that gorgeous little 'thang over there? Winking at him, Charlee bit her lower lip. "Class, welcome back. I'm sure you've heard about me, and how I pair you up withpeople on the first day, and mix up your cliques. And, I'm going to continue doing just that. We have a new student, Anthony Phillips. I expect you to be the cheer-ful group you are, and show the lad around. Now, time for an experiment." The teacher mixed the seats around, and somehow, Char had been seated next to her soon-to-be boy toy. Lucky her. But, his name seemed strangely familiar..."Names Charlee, new kid."

o.o.c // totally suck-ish post. D: / / /

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Post: 55963173_99 created on Mon, 08 Mar 2010 07:15:57 +0000
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miss gone in a FLASH

❝You see this girl,
She's got a problem telling time,
If you knew her...
You'd ask me so many questions,
She's confused about her image,
Although we all agree she's so beautiful.❞

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[indent] She wasn't all too sure why she had left that fateful Sunday. Was she scared? A little. Of what? Love. Adoration. Comfort. She couldn't help it though. Her parents had divorced when she was thirteen, gotten married to different people, and her father split up with his new wife, and was on the prowl for younger women. Well, he found his ex-ex wife. And, well, beat her after catching her with her husband. A confusing relationship, fer sure. Well, the frightened offspring of these two was living with her mother at the time. The fights got a bit more brutal. And ended up with her mother hanging herself. Told you. Now, Miss Erin Marie Westbrook was the spawn on Satan. She was probably the worst child you would have ever met. She cussed at teachers. Drew inappropriate pictures on walls. Started drinking at 15, and doing drugs. Stole a few things. Of course she was piss-drunk when she did all of that s**t. She didn't do drugs anymore though, or steal.

Let's get to the present day, well back a little bit, but still somewhat current. Er had moved back to the Baltimore, Maryland, seeing as she had gotten sick of that lame an ghetto Los Angeles home. She felt like she was going to get jumped every second she walked out of her house. Sure, she lived in a safe neighborhood, but it was still daaaamn scary at night, when she wanted to go clubbin' and s**t. Now, for the current stuff. "Buh- I don't want to get uhppp. My head huwts, and, and, and, I just don't wannnnnaaaa." the girl whined to her roommate, who was gently shaking the girl and telling her it was about eleven thirty a.m. "Get your a** up, chicka. Shake that hangover off. The best cure is to drink moooore, and I gotz some vodka waitin' for you." the blonde cooed, tapping the redhead's cheek lightly. "I hope you know that I haaaate you, Jess." "This is old news, baby girl." she stated with a laugh, before grabbing a pillow and hitting the hungover female in the head. "Gettuh' way from me, creeper." she groaned, before slowly unfurling herself from the blanket and looking up at her short-haired room-mate with bedroom eyes, and some messy a** hair. "Get yourself cleaned up, babe. We're going out tonight." "You are so lucky that I love alcohol so much, b***h." Erin stated, talking to herself more than Jess.

Standing up, she rubbed her make-up smeared eyes with her palms, before trudging over to the shower. Grabbing a towel, the fire-haired girl started the shower and waited patiently as it heated up. A minute later, she was sitting down in the tub, letting the water soak into her skin, and wake her up. Washing her hair with some sweet-smelling shampoo and conditioner, she quickly transitioned to shaving her body until she was silky smooth~ Turning the shower off, Er jumped out of the shower and wrapped the towel around her self after drying her now-makeup free face. Running a hand through her wet hair, Erin grabbed a brush and ran it through a few times before setting it down on the counter and beginning to brush her teefer's. And no. She didn't brush with a bottle of Jack, like that disgusting women Ke$ha sang, 'er whatever. She happily used cinnamon Colgate toothpaste~ it was oh so refreshing. Humming a little tune, the red-head began to put some products in her hair, and blow-drying it till' it ran a bit-wavy as usual. She hated pin straight hair on herself, it looked like her hair had absolutely no volume when she straightened it to that point. She much prefered the messy look.

Twenty minutes later, her hair was how she liked it, and she had even started on her cosmetic application. Sure, it was only 1:00 PM, but she liked being prepared for things. And tonight was surely going to be different than any other night on the town with her best-friend. Just, Erin didn't know it yet. She wasn't even close to knowing what was going to happen. She didn't know that she would run into him there. Oh, she definetly didn't know that. She didn't want to be anywhere near him, if she could have it her way. It was bound to happen sometime though. Maybe they were really... meant to be. Pfft. That was stupid. Love didn't exist. It was just a made-up word to allow men to be total fruit-cakes, and women to be all gushy. It was a made up word, to allow men to put petals on a bed, and think the dirty deed would happen right then and there. And, well, it usually would.

Putting a pale pink blush on her cheeks, the girl continued her routine. Hmm. Would she opt for a smokey-eye look for tonight? Yeah. Ruffling her hair a bit, Erin grabbed her eye-shadow pallete and picked out a few colors. Running the brush through the colors, she applied it to her eyelid, and quickly finished with that. Now on to eyeliner. She would definetly use a liquid one, considering those stayed the best on her. Swiftly finishing, a lip-gloss was placed on her lips and another shake of her hair, after she applied a few strokes of mascara on her already-long lashes. She was done. Woo-Hoo! "Your my wonderwaaaaaall~" she sang lightly, as she took a final glance in the mirror. Time to get dressed? Naaaw. She would wait a few hours for that. Her jammies were alot more comfortable than the tight-fitting dress and heels she was planning on wearing.

Walking out of the bathroom, the twenty-two year old girl made her way to her own bedroom, where she planned on chillin' for a few hours until her and jess-bear were planning on going club hoppin'. Of course to Club Poison first. She looooved that place. Hot guys. Cheap drinks. Awesome music. It was pretty damn amazing, in general. Did she mention that the drinks were cheap, and there was some delicious dudes there? Yush, she had.

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he's back!

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I've been playing too much games
I, I've been listening to jazz
I called so many times
I swear she's going mad
And that {cellular} will be the death of us
I swear, I swear
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