Well Raine (Since I know you're reading this), I have a few words of wisdom for you. When you close your eyes, and the celebration ends. There'll be lemon eyes, because no matter how old you are, it's just another blind (blind) anniversary.
For peoples birthdays people usually decorate their friends lockers, so as a joke me and my friends (3 of us in all) decorated each others lockers for Raine's birthday.
Happy birthday, Raine! One year older... depressing, isn't it? Don't worry. We still love you.
My MSN name is "It's Raine Maida's birthday!" Tons of people are messaging me to say happy birthday and ask how old I am. *sigh*
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one of my friends thought he was being funny when he sent me a false link that was really for a website titled shitcity.com
!EMiLY!
sweet blasphemy my giving tree
it hasn't rained in years
i bring to you this sacrificial offering of virgin ears
leave it to me i remain free from all the comforts of home
and where that is i'm pleased as piss to say
i'll never really know
sweet blasphemy my giving tree
it hasn't rained in years
i bring to you this sacrificial offering of virgin ears
leave it to me i remain free from all the comforts of home
and where that is i'm pleased as piss to say
i'll never really know
we are the brand new beatniks. we are the down and outers.
we are the bleeding hearts, beating syncopated, broken rhythm.
our speed is often break neck. we need to slow it down.
tired of being sleepless. tired of being broken.
we are the brand new beatniks. we are the down and outers.
we are the bleeding hearts, beating syncopated, broken rhythm.
our speed is often break neck. we need to slow it down.
tired of being sleepless. tired of being broken.