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| I need a new Xanga, I'm tired of this one...but that involves thinking up a new name...damn
I'll tell ya'll when I get it. <3
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| Fire!
Fire!
Fire!
(lengthen the i)
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| I appologise for never getting on Xanga.
I'v had a great summer...
<3s and *s
Ceci
A public service announcement followed me home the other day.
I paid it nevermind. Go Away.
Shits so thick you could stir it with a stick-free Teflon whitewashed presidency.
We're sick of being jerked around.
Wear that on your sleeve.
Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, lord,
Count your blessings.
We're sick of being jerked around.
We all fall down.
Have you ever seen the televised St. vitus subcommittee prize
Investigation dance? Those ants in pants glances.
Well,look behind the eyes.
It's a hallowed hollow anesthetized
"save my own ass, screw these guys"
smoke and mirror lock down.
Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, lord,
Count your blessings.
The Papers wouldn't lie!
I sigh, Not one more.
It's been a bad day.
Please don't take a picture.
It's been a bad day.
Please.
We're dug in deep the price is steep.
The auctioneer is such a creep.
The lights went out, the oil ran dry
We blamed it on the other guy
Sure, all men are created equal.
Heres the church, heres the steeple
Please stay tuned-we cut to sequel
ashes, ashes, we all fall down.
Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, lord,
Count your blessings.
Ignore the lower fear
Ugh, this means war.
It's been a bad day.
Please don't take a picture.
It's been a bad day.
Please.
Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, lord,
Count your blessings.
We're sick of being jerked around.
We all fall down.
It's been a bad day...
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| wheeeeeeeee
well, I'm not much on copieing and pasting from another journal...but here ya go...(with slight modifications)
If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even
if we don't speak often) please post a comment with a completely made
up and fictional memory of you and me. It can be anything you want --
good or bad -- but it has to be fake.
When you're finished, post
this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified)
about what people don't actually dubiously claim to remember about you.
and, as for rally...It was ok, I still need to do some things
So,
I don't drink, or do drugs, I don't smoke, I'm a virgin, and, I'm proud
of that. Hell, I do care if you all do that shit, it truely hurts me.
and I will say, in all seriousness...anyone, next time you feel like
drinking, smokeing, doing anything haremul to yourself, be it because
you are bored, sad lonly or hurt...Damnit! call me
281 961 7000
Just do it!
But my goals,
I will not drink until I am at least out of HS,and I will not do drugs.
(I don't want to say ever, but at least till out of HS, and nothing
stronger than pot)
I also will not let everyone I know who does do these things slip by.
I don't care if it anoys anyone, I don't care if I turn into a prude.
Damnit, I love you all, and I'm not letting you fuck yourself up!
Again, call me
Ceci
281 961 7000
anytime
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| What color was my hair when you first met me?
What do you believe my exact height to be?
Would you make out with me?
Describe me in 4 and a half words.
would you marry me?
What is your IQ?
What is my
IQ?
Do you consider me to be genuine?
Can I have your phone number?
Will you copy and paste this into your next Xanga entry?
Is there a song that reminds you of me?
Have you ever written about me?
What's one thing you've always wanted to say to me but never have?
that's for you eric
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