Topic: Dear Diary...........OMG another Diary Part 120 + - part 30 | |
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THIS IS SPARTAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaa!!!
this is TARTARRR!!!!!!!!!!!! oh you so need a new computer ![]() |
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I need a new drug!!!
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I want a new.....................
pair of rubber gloves |
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I want a new..........
Life! ![]() |
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Dear diary......scotty has been sober for 9 days and he feels great. This is a good thing.
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yes!!!!!!!! that is EXCELLENT !!!!!!!!
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<<--- gotta go grab kiddo from schooolio
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<----does the indian rain dance!!!
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Edited by
Gypsy41
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Fri 03/27/09 10:21 AM
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I was born in the wagon of a travelling show
![]() my mama used to dance for the money they'd throw ![]() papa would do whatever he could ![]() preach a lil gosple ![]() sell a couple of bottles of dr.gooooooooooood ![]() |
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Gypsy's Tramps and Thieves .... GOD I cannot believe I remember that ... lmao
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<----GETS out the bagpipes and screeches until purple comes home!!
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Gypsy's Tramps and Thieves .... GOD I cannot believe I remember that ... lmao ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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![]() <----GETS out the bagpipes and screeches until purple comes home!! ![]() ![]() ![]() Hey thats an AC/DC song ..... LMAO |
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<---gets out the tambourine and starts shaking VIGOROUSLY!!!!!
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Gypsy's Tramps and Thieves .... GOD I cannot believe I remember that ... lmao ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() She smoked MORE then DOPE that little minx ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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oHHHHHHHHH tell the diary everything tallguy!!!
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Edited by
TwoTallOne
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Fri 03/27/09 10:42 AM
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I am conditioned NOT to divulge intimate details like that BUT
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I've been looking in the mirror for so long.
That I've come to believe my soul's on the other side. All the little pieces falling, shatter. Shards of me, Too sharp to put back together. Too small to matter, But big enough to cut me into so many little pieces. If I try to touch her, And I bleed, I bleed, And I breathe, I breathe no more. Take a breath and I try to draw from my spirits well. Yet again you refuse to drink like a stubborn child. Lie to me, Convince me that I've been sick forever. And all of this, Will make sense when I get better. But I know the difference, Between myself and my reflection. I just can't help but to wonder, Which of us do you love. So I bleed, I bleed, And I breathe, I breathe no... Bleed, I bleed, And I breathe, I breathe, I breathe- I breathe no more. |
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Edited by
TwoTallOne
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Fri 03/27/09 10:49 AM
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Journal ... you are not going to believe this ....
its freakin .............. AWESOME outside ... it must be PLUS 15 or something . ITS FANTASTIC ![]() |
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