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[23 Sep 2008|12:13am] |
Creepy news of the day: my forty-nine year old mother is pregnant.
Needless to say, I won't be going anywhere near that house any time soon. I feel bad for my dad, though. She's moody enough to begin with.
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| six. tales & horrors. locked to wyatt. |
[26 Aug 2008|01:02pm] |
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( Locked to Wyatt. )
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| five. tales & horrors. locked to wyatt. |
[23 Aug 2008|09:51pm] |
[so, i'm operating under the assumption that the party actually happened, despite the fact that we never played it out. c.c;;]
( Locked to Wyatt. )
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| four. tales & horrors. |
[11 Aug 2008|06:23am] |
I think I'd objectively like to point out that Michael Phelps is built. Jesus Christ. That man reminds me of the Hulk, minus the green. He's all muscle. But it's the good kind of muscle, not the Schwarzenegger kind.
It's too bad he's not my type. Of course, the women look that good, too.
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| three. tales & horrors. |
[07 Aug 2008|01:48pm] |
I hate Canada. I'm dying to get back home to Vegas, here. I have never met a woman as spoiled and entitled as this one is (and no, I'm not disclosing names—sorry). Should any of my friends ever turn into this, I'm afraid I'd have to have them put down for their own good.
Not that I'd know the first thing about putting someone down, but the sentiment would be there.
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| two. tales & horrors. locked to wyatt. |
[03 Aug 2008|08:47pm] |
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( Locked to Wyatt. )
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| one. tales & horrors. |
[28 Jul 2008|03:17pm] |
I have a confession: I stole Finn's iPod this morning. (And as a side note, it makes me realize that I need a new one for myself. Mine is something like a year old. Oh no!) Everything seemed normal for a while, but then I discovered something that seemed like it didn't quite belong.
Would anyone like to tell me why Finn has ABBA on his iPod? And did anyone know about this? Maybe the video games are finally going to his head.
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[23 Jul 2008|01:50pm] |
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leaning out as far as she can, hoping she'll fall soon, so she can stop worrying about whether it will happen ( or not. )
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