Topic: Dear diary......omg another diary!!! - part 95 | |
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normal ........ hmmmmmmm ...... donno if theres anyone normal left out there
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Thank the lawwwwwwwwwwwwwwd for my tp people!!! oh and Mr.Wonderful!!!
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holy crap Im dark!!!!
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hail to the tp people
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dear diary..........gay guy across the street has a new biotch......he was sweeping the driveway tonight....... Im wondering if he would like a red satin pair of adidas shorts????
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sha la lala lalalaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!
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I was down at the New Amsterdam staring at this yellow-haired girl
Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation with this black-haired flamenco dancer She dances while his father plays guitar She's suddenly beautiful We all want something beautiful I wish I was beautiful So come dance this silence down through the morning Cut Maria! Show me some of them Spanish dances Pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones Believe in me Help me believe in anything I want to be someone who believes Mr. Jones and me tell each other fairy tales Stare at the beautiful women "She's looking at you. Ah, no, no, she's looking at me." Smiling in the bright lights Coming through in stereo When everybody loves you, you can never be lonely I will paint my picture Paint myself in blue and red and black and gray All of the beautiful colors are very very meaningful Greg is my favorite color I felt so symbolic yesterday If I knew Picasso I would buy myself a gray guitar and play Mr. Jones and me look into the future Stare at the beautiful women "She's looking at you. Uh, I don't think so. She's looking at me." Standing in the spotlight I bought myself a gray guitar When everybody loves me, I will never be lonely I want to be a lion Everybody wants to pass as cats We all want to be big big stars, but we got different reasons for that Believe in me because I don't believe in anything and I want to be someone to believe Mr. Jones and me stumbling through the barrio Yeah we star at the beautiful women "She's perfect for you, Man, there's got to be somebody for me." I want to be Bob Dylan Mr. Jones wishes he was someone just a little more funky When everybody loves you, son, that's just about as funky as you can be Mr. Jones and me staring at the video When I look at the television, I want to see me staring right back at me We all want to be big stars, but we don't know why and we don't know how But when everybody loves me, I'm going to be just about as happy as can be Mr. Jones and me, we're gonna be big stars |
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Step out the front door like a ghost
Into the fog where no one notices The contrast of white on white. And in between the moon and you The angels get a better view Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right. I walk in the air between the rain, Through myself and back again. Where? I don't know Maria says she's dying. Through the door, I hear her crying Why? I don't know Round here we always stand up straight Round here something radiates Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand She said she'd like to meet a boy who looks like Elvis She walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land Just like she's walking on a wire in the circus She parks her car outside of my house Takes her clothes off, Says she's close to understanding Jesus She knows she's more than just a little misunderstood She has trouble acting normal when she's nervous Round here we're carving out our names Round here we all look the same Round here we talk just like lions But we sacrifice like lambs Round here she's slipping though my hands Sleeping children got to run like the wind Out of the lightning dream Mama's little baby better get herself in Out of the lightning She says, "It's only in my head." She says, "Shhh...I know it's only in my head." But the girl on the car in the parking lot Says: "Man, you should try to take a shot Can't you see my walls are crumbling?" Then she looks up at the building And says she's thinking of jumping. She says she's tired of life; She must be tired of something. Round here she's always on my mind Round here I got lots of time Round here we're never sent to bed early Nobody makes us wait Round here we stay up very very late |
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*POOF*!! jeezuz I just lost all my connections !!
BUT I made it back |
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Im surprized Im still here.......my pc has been nuts....... Ive had to do more than just your basics on this thing..........trojans are not just condoms!!!
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Monty Python immediatly comes to mind
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oh KILLMENOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
my neighbor has the Justin TimmberFlake cranked |
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WHY DO YOU THINK I HAVE NEIL DIAMOND NIGHT??? ITS FREAKING STEREO WARS AROUND HERE!!!
HOW GAY CAN YOU GO??? I EVEN HAVE BOY GEORGE!!! |
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Musta Musta Musta Musta ......
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dear diary........sometimes I feel alittle top heavy!!!
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i wonder why ?
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My neighbors know better than to have stereo wars. I have a recording studio. I can break their windows with mine. 1200 by 1200 watts in 6.1 channel surround sound. All powered speakers. My sub is so violent at certain frequencies that we mounted it in the kitchen. If I turn it up over 39% the cops show in one minute flat.
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My neighbors can crank godsmack full volume and I can drown them out completely with olivia newton john. Boy that pisses them off.
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Edited by
Gypsy41
on
Mon 07/14/08 11:31 PM
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hey chevy, biker, catch!!!!
My gay neighbour likes rap music........I can here the boom boom boom to my bedroom which it is at the back of my place!!! Ive called the cops twice..........shhhhhhhhhhhh Im not a narc but shhhhhhhhhhhhh I had to work the next day Unfortunately I think he has a police scanner because as soon as they come.........2 minutes before the 19 hours of rap have evaporated!!! |
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