alrightttt my name is laura lol

5 stars. your way cute

mssilverfox-5 as well

5 stars for you

no problem girl : )

if you've ever read i hope they serve beer in hell, thats where i got it from

luving2bme-4.9

sorrry you don't have any actual pictures.

dshook-3.5

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3.9

deffinite 5 stars

ljcc1964- 4.9 stars

riding dubz, can't see you

scorpio- 3.4 stars

jasmine-uhh 2

The scale:





1-star ( aka common-stock pig) No redeeming qualities. This person is ugly,
boring and sucks in just about every way possible. If you don't know a
common stock pig when you see one, you are destined to spend the rest of
your life with one.





2-star (aka respectable pig) one redeeming quality, like nice tits, nice
ass, cute face, great lips, etc. If you concentrate on that one quality,
and you get ****-faced, you're not to upset with yourself waking up next to
this person.





3-star (aka decent/ attractive/ pretty): Acceptable to be seen in public.
They are average in person but looks MUCH better after only three beers.
There not bad overall and will do if nothing better comes along.





4-star (aka girlfriend/boyfriend material): This is the person that is very
attractive, but not super hot. You will be seen with them in public, at any
point in the day, even before drinking.





5-star (aka SUPER hottie): This is the hottest person. Hopefully no further
explanation is neccessary. Its the hall of fame.

thoughts.

i've found that when things start falling into place, or so it seems, i become lesser of a person. i start doing bad things. that i honestly cannot control. at least i think. when all has been going well for a while, my mind almost starts playing tricks on people. including myself. it's almost as if i become a person i know i shouldn't be. but all i can do is let this person take over, because they are stronger. it's my subconcious. and this makes sense, only because i partially thrive on chaos, because that's exactly what i'm used to. and all i have been for... nearly all my life. which almost means it's what i deserve, because sincerely it's what i want.

i believe everyone's subconcious is their soul. what they were while growing up. while they still had somewhat of a child-like imagination.

what people need to do.. to understand humans.. is to look at everyone really as if they are a soul. because that's what we are. "you do not have a soul. you are a soul."
and it's true.
and souls don't have to grow old if they don't want to. and if they do, that just means this person is losing their imagination. which i think is the most unfortunate thing in the world.

if someone were to ask me what a perfect world would look like, it really would look just like a zombie movie. one giant mental instution. "crazy" people know and see things we can't. and probably never will. until we die, of course. and same with babies. if only they had the knowledge.... they would probably actually die. or go crazy. either one. whichever you prefer.


sometimes, i want to move on. i want to look past all these irrational thoughts.

you can't be happy.
i'm having de ja vu.
don't have a panic attack.
you look insane. you look insane when you smile.
you shouldn't be happy.
and shouldn't smile. it makes you look insane.

people think you're crazy.

and then, if i don't accept these thoughts.. which really isn't that tough, believe you me. and sadly.
but if i try to be.. the bigger? person.. and tell myself that i'm really not going absolutely insane..
then.. it's then that i think, "maybe i really.. do.. have some sort of personality disorder. some sort of.. subconious little soul sitting on my shoulder."
i think that's what it is.

but.. my 'subconsious' thought that i'm OH SO connected to..
well
it's like. they're not the crazy one.

i see this little girl. and she's screaming and she's reaching out. and she's saying, "ashley, don't leave me. don't leave me here..."
and then she.. or i.. feels bad for making myself feel crazy. and then i think it's okay.
and then i'm confused.
and this happens... all too much.
i don't want to leave the "little me" behind.
she needs me.
but i can't get to her.
and i wont until i either A, go crazy.. or B, die.

either way i'll be dreaming.
and that's all i want.
is to just dream for forever and after. and before.


it's nuts.

thanks so much

lol yeah i read that book inside and out.

yeeah

then again..

does it hurt? i mean i know its different for everyone, but i'm really scared.

yeeah i bet you do lol

you go man

then i'd be in heaven.

i'm at 35 weeks, 6 days now. not to much farther to go

her supposed due date is valentines day