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[08 Aug 2005|01:34pm] |
Dear Tasha Martin and others thsi applies to.
Its cool.
you can be a bitch
and you can call me a slut
you can hate me for something stupid
and you can give me dirty looks.
do as you please, its your life and i wont dare tell you how to live it.
but know im not going to be a part of your dumb game.
thats why there isnt going to be any comments on this
get mad
be a bitch
apologize
get mad
be a bitch
apologize
get mad
be a bitch
apologize
im sick of the rutien.
pushing people away every time you get pissed off, dont expectt them to always come back.
and if being rude and mean to me make you feel big and bad, then i guess you need that.
but know that it doesnt bother me and it doesnt hurt my feelings, so its a waste.
try being civel?
My Comments
She should have spelled slut: sluy.
It would've been funnier.
Do you think she questions why people get mad at her?
I mean, this whole: "be a bitch, apologize, blaha bkajsdf" is funny.
Tasha doesn't 'push' people away unless she has a good reason too.
and I really dont think she wants Karlie back.
Post Your Comments in Response to Karlie's Post Here!!!
Lets here what people have to say.
Since she doesn't want to.
(smile)
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(23 see how goddamn ugly they are | look at the stars)
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| so lost lost lost. |
[22 May 2005|11:59pm] |
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mood |
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 crushed |
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music |
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ETID |
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staring at a ghost across a table set for two,
this is the last call before the credits roll.
the charm of silver screen depression saturated in alcohol.
it's so seductive.
filtered through tobacco haze.
it's so fucking intoxicating,
the way they glimmer through the grain and make dysfunction such a fashion.
jimmy stewart suicidal sex appeal.
the alcoholic is the last true hopeless romantic.
stumbling and smelling of stale gasoline,
making james dean speeches to an empty room.
audrey left some lipstick on her cigarette in the ashtray
with a note scrawled on a napkin saying "this is glamour".
this is where hollywood cues the delusion
that everything looked this blue through sinatra's eyes.
what america needs is another worthwhile overdose.
celestial bodies constructed on set,
destined to explode in the headlines.
another dry martini and a methamphetmaine.
godspeed norma jean, i hope you saved us one last sleeping pill play it again
for me.
the tragedy of a track marked beauty queen.
the starlet in the magazine.
she looks all right to me.
she looks so good to me.
but there's somthing in the way she moves, like i want to.
make me want you.
tonight i feel like fame, dreary and estranged.
i'd scratch through glass not to be without you.
(without you) there's a whole lotta shakin' going on.
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(5 see how goddamn ugly they are | look at the stars)
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| Bst lvjrnl ntry evr wrten |
[20 May 2005|01:18am] |
LETS TALK.
AND WE'LL FILL THE AIR!
WITH IMAGERY THAT LAST FOREVER!
SO THIS IS lOVE?!
WELL THATS A LOVELY THOUGHT!
YOU HAVE TO CARE FOR IT TO KEEP IT TOGETHER!
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SAVE IT IN YOUR MEMORIEAS!IOUPQYJFHLJKdhaljkfh3aw\
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LOL
MY BABY IS HOME ON HER NIGHT OFF!
sarcasm was always better.
You were better off.
better off.
better off.
hhaha.
Let's sing.
sing.
sing.
hahahaha
IF SHE ONLY KNEW!
IF SHE ONLY KNEW!
BUT SHE DOES KNOW!
wait wait wait.
does she!?
oh oh oh no.
Lets get it together girl.
You know how to play together.
My mind,
my mind is made up.
about. about. about.
you and her.
you and her.
you and her.
YOU A(asdfjkaskldjfkj)ND HER!
Love was spelled.
spelled.
spelled.
y.
o.
u.
when I was in preschool.
Why did god make man,
if in the end he was only to destroy it?
(I am going to keep editing this with everything that pops in my head tonight,
because I am THAT fucking crazy)
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Come on.
Cool it, baby.
fuck.
fucfdadffuckkkkkkk.
fuclckc.
dfjcuckcfuck.fda.
duck.f.
sucasdfk.
duck and suck and fuckasdf.
YUCK!
( Things that made me go 'awwww' tonight )
fuck
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(10 see how goddamn ugly they are | look at the stars)
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| and I wouldn't act like such an asshole all the time. |
[16 May 2005|10:36pm] |
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mood |
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lovely. |
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music |
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Bright Eyes - Poison Oak |
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I'm making a post.
to all my best friends.
Including a picture I made for them,
and with the bright eyes song lyrics that remind me of them.
I love you all.
dont forget.
(ps - tasha doesn't get one of here,
She already got hers :])
( Now to me everything else it just sounds like a lie )
I feel very lonely lately.
I miss all my friends.
Even though I saw them like 3 days ago.
I want everyone to be happy,
together.
you know.
I miss you.
I miss that scent.
I feel pathetic.
Things will get better, Allyson.
Chin up, remember?
Things are falling apart.
fast.
someone put them back together.
Make me better again.
please.
someone.
anyone.
Allaina - I miss you so much.
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(10 see how goddamn ugly they are | look at the stars)
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