Monday, September 15, 2008

should they catch us, and dispatch us to those seperate work camps.

"should they kill me, your love will fill me as warm as the bullets."

music makes me feel better, when i can't breathe through my nose and my voice sounds all nasaly and gross.

i have like three songs i want to put on my space, i cant choose.
really two, as of right now. but i'm sure that number will increase as i listen to my itunes library.


i have an exaggerating problem. reallly. and thats not an exaggeration.
i am a habitual exaggerator. really. i can't help it. i know i'm doing it, yes. but it pops out before i can even tell the truth.
if its one, i say three. if its two, i say five. if its five, i say fifteen to twenty. it gets worse as the numbers get bigger.


is there medicine for this? (:

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