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Status: Single
Age: 24
Sign: Aquarius

Country: US
Signup Date: 12/7/2004

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Sunday, September 30, 2007 
Ladies always complain and gripe to their friends that there is never any good guys out there, and they always end up with assholes who mistreat them. Well ladies next time you're complaining, maybe look up to see who you're complaining to, maybe that special someone is right there hanging on your every word as usual, screaming in his head "Why won't you give me a chance?"
Because the person you are usually searching for is right by you.

I'm sorry
that I bought you roses
to tell you that i like you

I'm sorry
That I was raised with respect
not to sleep with you when you were drunk

I'm sorry
That my body's not ripped enough
to "satisfy" your wants

I'm sorry
that I open your car door,
and pull out your chair like I was raised

I'm sorry
That I'm not cute enough
to be "your guy"

I'm sorry
That I am actually nice;
not a jerk

I'm sorry
I don't have a huge bank account
to buy you expensive things

I'm sorry
I like to spend quality nights at home
cuddling with you, instead of at a club

I'm sorry
I would rather make love to you then just screw you
like some random guy.

I'm sorry
That I am always the one you need to talk to,
but never good enough to date

I'm sorry
That I always held your hair back when you threw up,and didn't get mad at you for puking in my car,
but when we went out you went home with another guy

I'm sorry
That I am there to pick you up at 4am when your new man hit you and dropped you off in the middle of nowhere,
but not good enough to listen to me when I need a friend

I'm sorry
If I start not being there because it hurts being used as a door mat, only to be thrown to the side when the new jerk comes around

I'm sorry
If I don't answer my phone anymore when you call, to listen to you cry for hours, instead of getting a couple hours of sleep before work

I'm sorry
that you can't realize.. I've been the one all along.

I'm sorry
If you read this and know somebody like this
but don't care

But most of all

I'm sorry
For not being sorry anymore

I'm sorry
That you can't accept me for who I am

I'm sorry
I can never do anything right, and nothing that I do is good
enough to make it in your world.

I'm sorry
I caught your boyfriend with another girl and told you about it, I thought that was what friends were for...

I'm sorry
That I told you I loved you and actually meant it.

I'm sorry
That I talked to you for nine hours on Thanksgiving when your boyfriend was threatening you instead of spending time with my family.

I'm Sorry
That I cared

I'm sorry
that I listen to you at night talking about how you wish you could have done something different.
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Friday, September 21, 2007 
..> ..>
Now I lay me down to sleep.
Please don't send me no more creeps.
Please just send me one good man.
One without a wedding band.

One good man who's sweet as pie.
Who brushed his teeth and doesn't lie.
Who dresses neat and doesn't smell.
And is sexy like my man Denzel.

Man, if I should die before I wake,
that would truly take the cake;
No matrimony or honeymoon.
No fancy reception planned for June.

No throwing of the wedding bouquet.
Please, God, don't let me go out that way.
If I die before I meet Mr. Right
I won't go out without a fight.

But then again with my luck,
He'd probably be just some schmuck.
The single life is not that bad
I know it's just a passing fad.

I won't be blue. I will not frown.
Besides, I like my toilet seat down.
No more makeup, won't comb my hair.
So never mind this stupid prayer.

The single life will do just fine.
So what's up, girlfriend?
IT'S PARTY TIME!!!!
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Wednesday, September 05, 2007 

I Am

I am eccentric and understanding
I wonder if the world is truely the way I see it
I hear smiles from within
I see a world that gives a damn
I want to be comfortable with myself
I am eccentric and understanding

I pretend to understand the actions of others
I feel concern about Lela's future
I touch the souls of people I help
I worry about the impact I can have as one person
I cry about the callousness of many around me
I am eccentric and understanding

I understand that not everyone is going to accept who I am
I say that people are inherently good
I dream of running a hospital as the Director of Nursing
I try to be honest with everyone
I hope to be a good mother
I am eccentric and understanding

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Saturday, July 15, 2006 
To every girl that dresses cute
not skanky


To every girl who wants to be called beautiful
not hot.


To every girl that will spend her whole day
looking for the perfect present for you.


To every girl who gets her heart broken because he chose
the whore instead.


To every girl that would die to have a
decent boyfriend.


To every girl who would just like once to be treated
like a princess.


To every girl that cries at night because of
another heartbreak.


To every girl that wont get down on her knees and open her mouth
just to get a boyfriend.


To every girl that just wants
to hold hands.


To every girl that kisses him
with meaning.


To every girl who just wishes
he cared more.


To every girl who would just once want a guy to give
their jacket up when they are cold.

To every girl who just wants
him to call.


To every girl who lies awake at night
thinking about him.


To every girl that just wants
to cuddle.


To every girl that just wants to sleep with him
without having sex everytime.


To every girl that is SCARED to put her heart Out There again because
she has been HURT tooo many times or so badly.


To every girl who shows how much she cares
and gets nothing back.


To every girl that thought maybe this could be the one
and instead got her heart ripped out.


To every girl that believes
in her dreams.


To every girl that would do anything so she could
achieve those dreams.


To every girl that laughs
at stupid stuff when she actually doesnt think it is funny.


To every girl who is just looking for that one and only
and is having a rough time along the way.


To every girl that has been cheated on because
shes not a whore who gives it up to any guy.


To every girl that doesnt want a guy who
just plays with her emotions but actually cares about how she feels.


To every girl that fell for all the lies
only to find themselves alone in the end.


To every girl that gave her heart away
to have it shoved back in her face.





-----If you are a nice girl repost this as: "To every girl."


-----If you are a guy that thinks every girl should try to think about even a few of these things...repost it as "I am looking for this girl."

-----If your a guy thats taken write "I have this girl."
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Saturday, February 04, 2006 

Current mood:  excited
R.I.P.

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, as his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as knowing when to come in out of the rain, why the early bird gets the worm, life isn't always fair, and maybe it was my fault. Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you earn) and reliable parenting strategies (adults, not children, are in charge).

His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a six-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.

Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job they failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer Panadol, sun lotion or a sticky plaster to a student but could not inform the parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.

Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims. Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar can sue you for assault. Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realise that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.

Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust, his wife, Discretion, his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason. He is survived by three stepbrothers; I Know My Rights, Someone Else Is To Blame and I'm A Victim.

Not many attended his funeral because so few realised he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not join the majority and do nothing.
Currently reading:
Literature and the Language Arts: Experiencing Literature
By Emc
Release date: January, 1996
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Wednesday, December 07, 2005 

((This blog is dedicated to my li'l sis, who wrote the prequel to this blog as a biology project. Without her, I could have never told the story of Willie the Squirrel's cousin.))

This story starts as many others previously have. It begins with "Once upon a time...

Once upon a time, there lived a squirrel named Shanana, the Boy Squirrel. Shanana was a rock squirrel if ever there lived one. He had once gotten his paws on an i-pod which contained many rock albums on it. Shanana enjoyed the music so much, he decided to form his lifestyles around it. So, needless to say, Shanana the Boy Squirrel was not your average campus squirrel.

He had a cousin named Willie the Squirrel who had previously "volunteered" to be a participant in research on biotechnology. Well, Willie had actually been part of a research on bioterrorism. The researchers were trying new techniques out on animals.

Shanana was a pretty worldly squirrel, so he figured out what was going on before Willie did. Shanana decided to do a jail break.....

(Ok, ideas for more parts! Comment with your idea on what happens next. I'll pick the best option that is available. Thanks!)

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Sunday, November 20, 2005 

Current mood:  tired
So, I've said quite a few odd quotes lately. I'll put a list of them....

"I'm not stalking you. I just follow people."
"What's a boy?"
"Men suck. And not in the right way."
"Guys have PMS too. Pretending to be a macho stud."

So, yeah. It's been an interesting week. I've had lots of people visiting! There is my sisters from Michigan and Wisconsin, their four kids, Lela's aunts from the boro and Illinois. Lots of visitors!

So, I've been worn out. I'm tired and my baby is sick. She has a bad ear infection and a cold. She's been crying alot, but the ear-numbing drops have been helping. Ear infections have been her only major problem, so I'm thankful for that.

Um, don't have much to say.....
Currently listening:
Mr. Brightside, Pt. 1
By The Killers
Release date: 11 October, 2005
5:50 AM 
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Saturday, November 12, 2005 

Current mood:  creative

So, I've been doing quite a bt of thinking. And first, I'm going to open a bar. It will be called "Ex", and the drinks will be specially designed for me. I will create drinks that can be used to describe an ex. For example, I already know how to make a "Raging Bitch." It is 2 parts tequila, 3 parts vodka, 1 part whiskey, and 1/2 part Coke or Dr. Pepper. I was also told I should make one called "Dirty Stinking Liar" and just have orange juice in it....cuz it would be a bar and the drink would have no liqour. I was amused. Anyone have any ideas for names of drinks? Anyone think I've totally lost it?

So, I was thinking. I really like the song "99 Problems", but it associates to men better than women. So, I slightly re-did some of the lyrics. The version I changed was from Jay-Z's and Lincoln Park's fusion.

Now once upon a time not too long ago
A girl like myself had to strong arm a hoe
This is not a hoe in the sense of using a pussy
But a pussy havin no God Damn sense, try and push me
I tried to inore her and talk to the Lord
Pray for her, cause some fools just love to perform
You know the type loud as a motor bike
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight
The only thing that's gonna happen is i'mma get to clappin
She and her girls gon be yappin to the captain
And there i go traped in the kit kat again
Back through the system with the riff raff again
Fiends on the floor scratchin again
I got 99 problems but this dick ain't one

99 Problems but a dick ain't one
If you havin guy problems i feel bad for you hun
I got 99 problems but a dick ain't one
Hit me
99 Problems but a dick ain't one
If you havin guy problems i feel bad for you hun
I got 99 problems but a dick ain't one
Hit me

Wooo!! Ok, I'm done now. lol. Leave comments?

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Friday, November 04, 2005 
Well, here I am back at school. I've figured out how to work the printers on campus. Yay! Well, I dunno why I'm posting anything. Nothing interesting or out of the ordinary has happened.  I keep falling asleep early... I suppose that could be interesting.
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Thursday, November 03, 2005 
You can look, but you can't touch
I don't think I like you much
Heaven knows what a girl can do
Heaven knows what you've got to prove
I think I'm paranoid
And complicated
I think I'm paranoid
Manipulate it
Chorus:
Bend me, break me
Anyway you need me
All I want is you
Bend me, break me
Breaking down is easy
All I want is you
I fall down just to give you a thrill
Prop me up with another pill
If I should fail, if I should fold
I nailed my faith to the sticking pole
I think I'm paranoid
Manipulate it
I think I'm paranoid
And complicated
Chorus
Paranoid
I think I'm paranoid
Chorus
Steal me, deal me, anyway you heal me
Maim me, tame me, you can never change me
Love me, like me, come ahead and fight me
Please me, tease me, go ahead and leave me
Bend me
Break me
Anyway you need me
As long as I want you baby it's all right
Bend me
Break me
Any way you need me
As long as I want you baby it's all right

This lyrics are copyrighted by their respective owners (Garbage)
Currently listening:
Version 2.0
By Garbage
Release date: 12 May, 1998
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