su7an wrote:I big growing operation was busted on the other end of my complex last summer. They had the house staked out for days, then they barged in with dogs and all!
I hate this complex.
Huh? I don't get it
HARDCORE!!!
OMG. I can't believe I din't think fo you
until now because when I think on
a scale of one to ten you're like YWELVE.
No, seriously?
Ahh...I see. I've never heard anyone call a neighborhood a "complex" before.
This guy in my hall at school last year sold drugs out of his room. He was so stoned all the time, one day he told us he was going to quit so that when he started again, he would get a "better high."
HARDCORE!!!
OMG. I can't believe I din't think fo you
until now because when I think on
a scale of one to ten you're like YWELVE.
No, seriously?
^ that's a bad habbit, tell him he should take up drinking.
Whenever death may surprise us, let it be welcome if our battle cry has reached even one receptive ear and another hand reaches out to take up our arms.
Nobody's gonna miss me, no tears will fall, no ones gonna weap, when i hit that road. my boots are broken my brain is sore, fer keepin' up with thier little world, i got a heavy load. gonna leave 'em all just like before, i'm big city bound, your always 17 in your hometown
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.
I just made a good majority of my hair reeeeealy blonde, and I am starting to regret it....looks like I am gonna have to let it grow out and give up on my attempt at shaggy hair....
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.
I am not taking a picture of my hair. When I did it, it looked ok, then my hair poofed out, and I look really bad. I only did the top of my hair and a little bit of the sides, and I look horrible...I feel like Thom Yorke back when he made the video for "Stop Whispering" with his transparent white hair....
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.
I like carrot juice. I like it pulpy. I like it cold. I also like eating baby food. peaches and carrots. mmmmm.
and I'm really tired of my mom and Z's mom asking me when we're going to have kids. maybe in a few years, MOMS. sweet merciful crap, we've only been married for two and a half years. give us a chance to spend some time together alone first. crap.
Su7an:I bet Duncan can fly. He's just holding out on showing that skill off. joe_canadian:Yeah, one day at a concert he'll just stop playing and be like "Yo muthafuckas! Wheeeeee!" and zoom off into the horizon
Tonight, i went wealking through a forest, when it was pitch black with some weird guys i don't know looking for some abandon house. But then my friend started screaming cause she thought a bat flew in her hair so we all ran out.
i stopped a fight. i don't know why but i did. i walked into the sam goody where my friend was talking shit to this dude who he hates and i just said let's go before he starts crying and shit, then i got myfriend and took off. but tomorrow, sugar shane mosley vs. vernon forest.....boxing is the purest form of competition ever!
Whenever death may surprise us, let it be welcome if our battle cry has reached even one receptive ear and another hand reaches out to take up our arms.
Nobody's gonna miss me, no tears will fall, no ones gonna weap, when i hit that road. my boots are broken my brain is sore, fer keepin' up with thier little world, i got a heavy load. gonna leave 'em all just like before, i'm big city bound, your always 17 in your hometown
I'm going to my favorite city in Michigan!!! Ann Arbor!!! Woo hoo!!!!! My mom wants to go to the Art Fair and I want to see my friend and roomie, Megan I haven't seen her since school ended way back in April! AND, I'm getting a pair of high tops, finally!!! YAY!!!! Today will be a good day!!!
HARDCORE!!!
OMG. I can't believe I din't think fo you
until now because when I think on
a scale of one to ten you're like YWELVE.
No, seriously?
I am still waiting for Steph....what a surprise? OK, I am confident she comes home today, and the second I see her I am not letting her leave this state ever again.
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.