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 Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2010 5:04 pm
I ate the last cookie from the cookie jar
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2010 8:22 am
xxTechWolFxx I ate the last cookie from the cookie jar
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2010 8:26 am
xxTechWolFxx I ate the last cookie from the cookie jar *glares* do you know how badly i need that??????? the only thing to eat in my house is FRUIT!!!! and the bananas have stopped being green and we've eaten all the grapes and the apples are mocking me!!!!!!!!!!! crying crying crying crying crying
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2010 9:02 am
peoplers xxTechWolFxx I ate the last cookie from the cookie jar *glares* do you know how badly i need that??????? the only thing to eat in my house is FRUIT!!!! and the bananas have stopped being green and we've eaten all the grapes and the apples are mocking me!!!!!!!!!!! crying crying crying crying crying
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2010 9:22 am
sikh-91 peoplers xxTechWolFxx I ate the last cookie from the cookie jar *glares* do you know how badly i need that??????? the only thing to eat in my house is FRUIT!!!! and the bananas have stopped being green and we've eaten all the grapes and the apples are mocking me!!!!!!!!!!! crying crying crying crying crying i thought you'd say something....
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2010 9:23 am
peoplers sikh-91 peoplers xxTechWolFxx I ate the last cookie from the cookie jar *glares* do you know how badly i need that??????? the only thing to eat in my house is FRUIT!!!! and the bananas have stopped being green and we've eaten all the grapes and the apples are mocking me!!!!!!!!!!! crying crying crying crying crying i thought you'd say something.... ...cookie? I wanna cookie!!!!! *curls up in corner*
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2010 9:31 am
Gabrielle Ghost peoplers sikh-91 peoplers xxTechWolFxx I ate the last cookie from the cookie jar *glares* do you know how badly i need that??????? the only thing to eat in my house is FRUIT!!!! and the bananas have stopped being green and we've eaten all the grapes and the apples are mocking me!!!!!!!!!!! crying crying crying crying crying i thought you'd say something.... ...cookie? I wanna cookie!!!!! *curls up in corner* I clicked the dragons!!!!
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2010 10:15 am
Trying to make inspirational videos, it's friggin hard.
I showed the first one I made to a scleroderma group and said things like " Your spirit and smile and positive attitude are uplifting" and "You have had to cope with so much from such a early age. You are an inspiration to all of us. I'm so proud of you." It's odd. These are women who developed scleroderma later in life while I've always had it.
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2010 2:56 pm
I'm THIS close to being a total stalker. There's this guy in my history class that I had/have a HUMONGOUS crush on, but I found out he's straight. I didn't take the rejection badly at all, and I thought I'd get over it.
But I still think about him several times a day, I still write intense poems about him, and I'm all but standing outside his house.
I've tried to look him up on Facebook and Myspace (I don't even have a MS), I've tried to look up pictures of the High school choir and the middle school choir in hopes that I could have a picture of him, and I've been trying to get his face on camera in class for a couple days now.
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I can post the stalker poem I wrote about him if anyone wants to read it.
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2010 3:20 pm
Saxophone Hero I'm THIS close to being a total stalker. There's this guy in my history class that I had/have a HUMONGOUS crush on, but I found out he's straight. I didn't take the rejection badly at all, and I thought I'd get over it.
But I still think about him several times a day, I still write intense poems about him, and I'm all but standing outside his house.
I've tried to look him up on Facebook and Myspace (I don't even have a MS), I've tried to look up pictures of the High school choir and the middle school choir in hopes that I could have a picture of him, and I've been trying to get his face on camera in class for a couple days now.
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I can post the stalker poem I wrote about him if anyone wants to read it. yeh i wanna read it!!! *isn't gonna be much help with your problem since she does crazy psycho b***h under thse sort of circumstances*
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2010 4:17 pm
Whenever Jon comes over we usually hang out on my bed. For obvious reasons and watching tv/eating candy/anything else reasons. Lately after he goes home and I try to go to sleep, I can't. My bed feels too empty without him there too. emo
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2010 7:30 pm
I feel like my life is turning into a soap opera. It's not a good thing. About a month ago, my parents pulled me aside to have a "talk" with me. I thought maybe they were going to ask about my asexuality for the thousandth time, if I was depressed, or try to convert me from atheism again. Oh, no. It was worse.
You see, for about nineteen years, they lied to me. My "dad" isn't really my dad. I've never met my biological father. My mom didn't grow up in New York; she'd never been until after I was born. But she had family there, so I never questioned anything. No, she lived almost her entire life in Northern Ireland.
Twenty years ago, my mom and my real father had a one-night drunken stand. When she found out she was pregnant, she fled NI because she thought it was too violent to raise a child. She moved to Virginia, met my "dad" and they got married shortly before I was born. It obviously worked out, since they're still married.
So for my entire life my mom's been covering her accent and lying to me. It's still weird coming to terms with.
Then a few days ago, I had lunch with this guy. A guy I've known since the seventh grade, and have liked as more than friends for nearly as long. I count him among my best friends, though, even after some of the weirdness that happened. Back in my freshman year, I asked him to homecoming. He turned me down, life went on and nothing between us changed. FOUR YEARS LATER, he apologized, and said he still regretted not going with me.
And then last night I had a dream that another of my guy friends came up behind me while I was practicing the piano and... hugged me. I know that to most people, a hug doesn't mean a whole lot, but you have to realize that that's about as physically close as I'm ever willing to get someone. Then he gave me a ride to my grandfather's funeral (he died before I was born o.O) and we talked, and...
Well, it's just been a very, very weird, very stressful winter break. I can't wait to get back to school.
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2010 7:38 pm
xxTechWolFxx I ate the last cookie from the cookie jar
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2010 7:40 pm
Shiori Miko Whenever Jon comes over we usually hang out on my bed. For obvious reasons and watching tv/eating candy/anything else reasons. Lately after he goes home and I try to go to sleep, I can't. My bed feels too empty without him there too. emo THIS. Is when you bring the blowup dolls in. @Sax- Is it bad that I really want to read it? ;~;
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2010 7:41 pm
Here's that poem: Quote: This crack in the wall is not wide enough To see all I want to see, But I can't open it any more, Or he will see me. This camera does not have enough memory To capture all I want to capture, For no screen can display His immaculate beauty. My ears are not acute enough To hear all I want to hear; They can never take in enough Of his sweet, rich voice. My body is not close enough To feel all I want to feel, Yet it would never be close enough Even if his body and mine were one. People call me a stalker; they say it's a desperate obsession. They're right. Every thing I do, every move I make, every thought I think Is centered around him. I know I can't have him, but I deny that Unchanging fact with every ounce of my soul. I still can't help loving him, And so I watch him through walls, Preserve him on film, Drink in his every word, And long to touch him. The object of my admiration, Kevin Pike. @Tabi - That's totally bizarre O_o Hope everything settles into place again for you. EDIT: @KKD - I don't think so, seeing as a lot of stalker-themed songs are popular atm (TALKIN' TO YOU, PAPARAZZI)
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