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| 01:45pm 17/04/2005 |
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mood:  chipper music: Jermaine Stewart - We don't have to take our clothes off
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Well my brother wants me to move with him to the griffin/barnesville area. Would be nice, Now all I have to do is find a job up there. Prolly move closer to summer. |
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| 10:42am 16/04/2005 |
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Your Linguistic Profile:
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60% General American English |
30% Dixie |
10% Yankee |
0% Midwestern |
0% Upper Midwestern |
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| another visions thing |
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| 09:04pm 14/04/2005 |
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For whatever reason, I no longer feel as if i am wanted. It feels as if i was a fad that went out of style rather quickly. I feel rather betrayed for some reason. I think everyone there has is out for me, gunning for my neck. Who knows |
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| my job |
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| 01:00pm 13/04/2005 |
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got a job woo woo, i now work at a gas station. |
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| the next tattoo |
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| 05:22pm 12/04/2005 |
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mood:  contemplative music: Cowboy Troy - Chicken with the train
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Next tattoo I get is going to be Stewart in old english going down my spine |
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| 12:39pm 09/04/2005 |
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 Your inner sex animal is a frog! Though it may sound wierd at first... you jump right to things! You don't think twice. If you want something you take it. And you don't look back at it. Whatever happens will happen. "If it's in the past then leave it there" is your philosophy. And that's how it should be! What's Your Inner Sex Animal?More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva |
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| my new favorite song |
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| 06:59pm 05/04/2005 |
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Jackass
I'm a pimped out Jedi Knight
Obi-Wan meets Dolemite
Ben Kenobi went and got himself a pompadour
These aren't the whores you're looking for
Jackass
If the Crocodile Hunter smoked weed
Steve Irwin burnin' herb in his Jeep
Thinks the kangaroos are laughin' at his haircut
Used a bowl for that too but
If you knew me like
I know myself
You'd hate me like
I hate myself
'Cause I'm a
Jackass
Got no rabbit in this hat
'Cause I'm pullin' it out my ass
Ain't Sigfried or Roy but I could be
Makin' magic with the pussy
Jackass
Like that dude in Tiananmen Square
With a six pack and a folding chair
Got bombed at the parade and ended up
Playin' Chicken with the tanks but
If you knew me like
I know myself
You'd hate me like
I hate myself
'Cause I'm a
Jackass
They could out the lesbian Spice Girl
They could try to run game on the O.D.B.
They could kick every douche bag off the "Real World"
But they won't get rid of me
If I knew you like
You know yourself
I'd hate you like
You hate yourself
Hate yourself
Hate yourself
Hate yourself
Hate yourself
Hate yourself
Hate yourself
'Cause you're a
Jackass |
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| 06:52am 01/04/2005 |
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I`m Henry the eighth I am
Henry the eighth I am, I am
I got married to the widow next door
She`s been married seven times before
And every one was an Henry (Henry)
She wouldn`t have a Willy or a Sam (no Sam)
I`m her eighth old man, I`m Henry
Henry the eighth I am
Second verse same as the first
I`m Henry the eighth I am
Henry the eighth I am, I am
I got married to the widow next door
She`s been married seven times before
And every one was an Henry (Henry)
She wouldn`t have a Willy or a Sam (no Sam)
I`m her eighth old man, I`m Henry
Henry the eighth I am
------ lead guitar ------
I`m Henry the eighth I am
Henry the eighth I am, I am
I got married to the widow next door
She`s been married seven times before
And every one was an Henry (Henry)
She wouldn`t have a Willy or a Sam (no Sam)
I`m her eighth old man, I`m Henry
Henry the eighth I am
H-E-N-R-Y
Henry (Henry)
Henry (Henry)
Henry the eighth I am, I am
Henry the eighth I am
Yeah! |
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| 09:06pm 31/03/2005 |
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Am I a fixer upper man ? |
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| 03:00pm 28/03/2005 |
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Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance
Silver moon's sparkling
So kiss me |
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| 04:00pm 25/03/2005 |
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I've spent a lifetime looking for you
Single bars and good time lovers, never true
Playing a fools game, hoping to win
Telling those sweet lies and losing again.
I was looking for love in all the wrong places
Looking for love in too many faces
Searching your eyes, looking for traces
Of what.. I'm dreaming of...
Hopin' to find a friend and a lover
God bless the day I discover
Another heart, lookin' for love
When I was alone then, no love in sight
And I did everything I could to get me through the night
Don't know where it started or where it might end
I turn to a stranger, just like a friend
I was looking for love in all the wrong places
Looking for love in too many faces
Searching your eyes, looking for traces
Of what.. I'm dreaming of...
Hopin' to find a friend and a lover
God bless the day I discover
Another heart, lookin' for love
You came a'knocking at my heart's door..
You're everything I've been looking for..
No more looking for love in all the wrong places
Looking for love in too many faces
Searching your eyes, looking for traces
Of what.. I'm dreaming of...
Now that I found a friend and a lover
God bless the day I discover
You, oh you, lookin' for love
In all the wrong places
Looking for love in too many faces
Searching your eyes, looking for traces
Of what.. I'm dreaming of...
Now that I found a friend and a lover
God bless the day I discover
You, oh you, lookin' for love |
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| 08:12am 24/03/2005 |
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Faja's truck died. well the fuel pump inside his 97 GMC Z71 Seirra with x4 wheel drive. Well he when and is getting a 2005 Chevy Silverado dunno if it is an HD or not but it is once again x4 wheel drive. |
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| 10:35pm 23/03/2005 |
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Sometime wanna be your lover sometime wanna be your friend
Sometime wanna hug hold hands slow dance while the record spins
Opened up your heart cause you said I made you feel so comfortable
Used to play back then now you all grown up like Rudy Huxtable
I could be your +Bud+ you could beat me up
Play fight in the dark then we both make up
I do, anything just to feel yo butt
Why you, got me so messed up
I don't know but you gotta stop tripping
Be a good girl now turn around and get these whipping
You know you like it like that
You don't have to fight back here's a pillow bite that
And I'll be setting seperate plays
So on all these seperate days your legs can go they seperate ways |
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| 10:14pm 20/03/2005 |
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I am a lighthouse worn by the weather and the waves
I keep my lamp lit to warn the sailors on their way
I'll tell a story, paint you a picture from my past
I was so happy but joy in this life seldom lasts
I had a keeper, he helped me warn the ships at sea
We had grown closer 'til his joy meant everything to me
And he was to marry a girl who shown with beauty and light
They loved each other, and with me watched the sunsets into nights
And the waves crashing around me
The sand slips out to sea
And the winds that blow remind me
Of what has been and what can never be
She'd had to leave us; my keeper, he prayed for a safe return
But when the night came, the weather to a raging storm had turned
He watched her ship fight, but in vain against the wild and terrible wind
And me so helpless, as dashed against the rocks she met her end
And the waves crashing around me
The sand slips out to sea
And the winds that blow remind me
Of what has been and what can never be
Then on the next day, my keeper found her washed up on the shore
He kissed her cold face, and that they'd be together soon he swore
I saw him crying, watched as he buried her in the sand
Then he climbed my tower, and off the edge of me he ran
And the waves crashing around me
The sand slips out to sea
And the winds that blow remind me
Of what has been and what can never be
I am a lighthouse worn by the weather and the waves
And though I'm empty I still warn the sailors on their way |
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| 06:17am 18/03/2005 |
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I know there’s times
You’ve been tormented by the questions in your mind
Will our love last
Or simply fade away as time begins to pass
You’re a complicated lady that’s for sure
With a need for someone unafraid to make you feel secure
And if you wonder if I’m strong enough to be your man
Yes,i am
Yes,i am
Don’t let yourself imagine it’s a lie
I’m not the kind to turn and say goodbye
And though you test my soul
And make yourself so hard to hold
I’m gonna make you understand
I’m strong enough to be your man
Do you believe
When I look in your eyes and swear
I’ll never leave
What will it take
To make you know that what we have is here to stay
Yes,i know that you’ve been loved and left before
But I promise you won’t ever see me walking out the door
And if you wonder if I’m strong enough to your man
Yes,i am
Yes,i am |
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| 09:21pm 17/03/2005 |
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you think i don't have feelings for you, you think......you think wrong.
Well I've heard those city singers singin 'bout how they can love
Deeper than the oceans higher than the stars above
Well I come from the country and I know I ain't seen it all
But I heard that oceans salty and the stars they sometimes fall
But that would not do justice to the way I feel for you
So I have to sing this song about all the things I knew
My love is deeper that the holler, stronger than the rivers
Higher than the pine trees growin' tall upon the hill
My love is purer than the snowflakes that fall in late December
And honest as a robin on a springtime window sill
And longer than the song of the Whippoorwill
From the backroads to the broadway shows with a million miles between
There's a least a million love songs that people love to sing
And everyone is different and everyone's the same
So this is just another way of sayin' the same thing
My love is deeper that the holler, stronger than the rivers
Higher than the pine trees growin' tall upon the hill
My love is purer than the snowflakes that fall in late December
And honest as a robin on a springtime window sill
And longer than the song of the Whippoorwill
My love is deeper that the holler, stronger than the rivers
Higher than the pine trees growin' tall upon the hill
My love is purer than the snowflakes that fall in late December
And honest as a robin on a springtime window sill
And longer than the song of the Whippoorwill |
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| 05:56pm 17/03/2005 |
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depression is a real bitch. If I could change something in the world, I would always want everyone to have someone. Want someone who wants me for who I am. Someone who most of all loves me. Where are you ? |
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| Casey's party is tomorrow woot woot |
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| 10:27am 11/03/2005 |
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music: Johnny Cash - Ring of Fire
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B-town at 11.30 then from there to Stone Mountain. Anyways as I sit here drinking my gatorade and eating samoas girl scout cookies what exactly is in store for me in the future ? I wonder so much... |
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