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IT'S OFFICIAL MY LIVE JOURNAL FROM THIS POST ON IS NOW FRIENDS ONLY
IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO BE ADDED TO MY FRIENDS LIST LEAVE ME A COMMENT AND I'LL SEE WHAT I CAN DO
"Money gone fuck friends
I need a homie that know me
when all these muthafuckin' cops be on me
I got problems ain't nobody calling back
now what the fuck is happenin' with my ballin' cats
Remember me I'm ya homie that was down to brawl
Sippin' Hennessy hanging with the clowns and
all we used to do is drink brew, screw and come up new
we had bitches by the dozens oh we fuckin' cousins
You can throw ya middle finger if ya feel me loc
a nigga just got paid and we still was broke
It took time but finally the cash was mine
all the rewards of a hustler stuck in the grind
Look around and all I see is snakes and fakes
like scavengers waitin' to take a hustler's pape's
and when you stuck where the fuck is all ya friends
They straight busted and can't be trusted fuck y'all"
Fuck all y'all
-TuPac
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[03 Jul 2004|03:15am] |
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i had a lot of time to think today..i went shopping at the lancaster outlets..copped mad shit...had a lot of the ride to think..talked some of the ride and then the other part was lost in thought.. i have decided to make a really big decision in my life..and its called the directors cut..i am the director of my own movie called the life and times of the jaded one (yes i really feel like my life is a fucking movie) and i realize that there are alot of extras in my movie..so many extras that they are killing my budget..so its time they get cut..what i mean by extras is the following..u can call me needy..whatever u want to call it..but..i realize that there are alot of people that just flow in and out of your life and waste time..time is also a limited thing on my budget..i aint got a lot of it and i got too much to do..so your whole karma is fucking up mine..i need consistency in my life..period..so what it comes down to is this..if i reach out to you and you dont reach back..then you never needed me..and thats ok..the kid isnt mad at you..but i had about enough of reaching out to people and realizing that im ending up reaching out to myself..FUCK YOU...you aint special..you bleed the same blood that i bleed..you feel the same pain i feel...something i told someone i was talking to earlier...if i am truly your friend then i shouldnt have to hear excerpts of your life through other people..i shouldnt have to log on to a fucking blog site to see whats the new developments in your life..and the fact that i do that because i really care..is annoying..and its annoying because i shouldnt really give a fuck...cuz you obviously dont value my friendship as much as you thought you did..fuck it...a friend is someone who shares...if you hurt i wanna hurt with you..i dont know where half of you people got your friendship definitions from but that shit is all fucked up..so ima help you..the kid is going to make it easier on you..if you hit me up on this shit..on aim..on anyone of my new names..and i dont respond back to you its because you really didnt need me to begin with..my cries for your friendship werent loud enough for you to hear it because stuck in your own selfish bullshit you didnt even acknowledge my presence..so that leads me to believe that if i were no longer there..the world will still revolve..the moon will still rise..the sun will still set..and it always did..without me..so lets keep it that way..
and that is my mofucking directors cut..if you dont like it..sucks to be you..just because it didnt matter when i cared..so why the fuck should i care now because you do..friendship is mutual..it aint one way...fuck outta hea..
and i fade...lets see who is who and what is what now up in this bitch
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[01 Jul 2004|02:11pm] |
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the party never stops..or has it stopped already and im just too blind to see it or care..
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[28 Jun 2004|02:39am] |
ok i got a much clearer picture uploaded of my tat..
here it is
ill update tomorrow..kinda sleepy and drunk and all that good shit <3
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| relapse..stolen from fcuk_him |
[25 Jun 2004|07:49pm] |
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and so i say fuck him. and so i will smoke, until you no longer exist.. until it clouds up my mind, until i can no longer see the memories, the painfully amusing memories of gorgeous you, and vulnerably content me..me on top of you, you on top of me, playing in the depths of time as if there were no tomorrow. i will smoke until i can no longer hear the words like beautiful and sexy, until i can no longer listen to sentences like i felt complete, the moment i met u, i felt so complete.. or when i was inside of you, it felt like home.. it felt so right. i will inhale my cigarette, until i can no longer imagine the plans we had to get married, the real life we had together. i sit and cry, and i imagine him, a man.. only a man, one who kept to himself so much that i never could see, should have woken me up because i could never SEE, this future - this future of pleasure and desolation, happiness.. love and hate, i could never SEE, you taking your things and walking straight out of my life. and no, i do not want to find another man, another man to merely replace how broken i am, and no i dont want to tell him false things i've said sincerely once before to you, it would only break my heart over and over. i want to let the pieces of you, i want to let them linger in the puffs of smoke that were exhaled a second before, letting them float above my head.. and slowly disappear into the cold air. two years beside you, so close together i couldnt breathe..two years truly wasted. im like a little child, i know. i whine and complain, and i cant possibly help myself, but you were something else.. because for once, you were for me.
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[25 Jun 2004|02:44am] |
ok i took some pics on my webcam..ill post the one taken from the digi cam when risa figures out the cord thing =)
redone
another look
more to come soon..
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| i gave you power. |
[24 Jun 2004|11:41pm] |
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i got my pr tat redone....ill upload and post pics like tomorrow or something..shit looks like a whole new tat...soo hot..im finally happy about the art i got on my body...pics soon
Damn! Look how muh-fuckers use a nigga
Just use me for whatever the fuck they want
I don't get to say shit
Just grab me, just do what the fuck they want
Sell me, throw me away
Niggaz just don't give a fuck about a nigga like me right?
Like I'm a f... I'm a gun, shit
It's like I'm a motherfuckin gun
I can't believe this shit....
Word up.. (word up..)
I seen some cold nights and bloody days
They grab and me bullets spray
They use me wrong so I sing this song 'til this day
My body is cold steel for real
I was made to kill, that's why they keep me concealed
Under car seats they sneak me in clubs
Been in the hands of mad thugs
They feed me when they load me with mad slugs
Seventeen precisely, one in my head
They call me Desert Eagle, semi-auto with lead
I'm seven inches four pounds, been through so many towns
Ohio to Little Rock to Canarsie, livin harshly
Beat up and battered, they pull me out
I watch as niggaz scattered, makin me kill
But what I feel it never mattered
When I'm empty I'm quiet, findin myself fiendin to be fired
A broken safety, niggaz place me in shelves
under beds, so I beg for my next owner to be a thoroughbred
Keep me full up with hollow heads
Chorus: Nas (repeat 2X)
How you like me now? I go blaow
It's that shit that moves crowds makin every ghetto foul
I might have took your first child
Scarred your life, crippled your style
I gave you power
I made you buck wild
[Nas]
Always I'm in some shit, my abdomen is the clip
The barrel is my dick, uncircumcised
Pull my skin back and cock me, I bust off when they unlock me
Results of what happens to niggaz shock me
I see niggaz bleedin runnin from me in fear, stunningly tears
fall down the eyes of these so-called tough guys, for years
I've been used in robberies, givin niggaz heart to follow me
Placin peoples in graves, funerals made cause I was sprayed
I was laid in a shelf, with a grenade
Met a wrecked-up tech with numbers on his chest that say
Five-two-oh-nine-three-eight-five and zero
Had a serial defaced, hopin one day, police would place
where he came from, a name or some sort of person to claim him
Tired of murderin, made him wanna be a plain gun
But yo I had some other plans, like the next time the beef is on
I make myself jam right in my owner's hand
Chorus
[Nas]
Yo, weeks went by and I'm surprised
Still stuck in the shelf with all the things that an outlaw hides
Besides me it's bullets, two vests and then a nine
There's a grenade in a box, and that tech that kept cryin
Cause he ain't been cleaned in a year, he's rusty as clear
He's bout to fall to pieces, cause of his murder career
Yo, I can hear somebody comin in, open the shelf
His eyes bubblin, he said, "It was on"
I felt his palm troubled him shakin
Somebody stomped him out, his dome was achin
He placed me on his waist, the moment I've been waitin
My creation was for blacks to kill blacks
It's gats like me that accidentally, go off, makin niggaz memories
But this time, it's done intentionally
He walked me outside, saw this cat
Cocked me back, said, "Remember me?"
He pulled the trigger but I held on, it felt wrong
Knowing niggaz is waiting in hell for 'im
He squeezed harder, I didn't budge, sick of the blood
Sick of the thugs, sick of wrath of the, next man's grudge
What the other kid did was pull out, no doubt
A newer me in better shape, before he lit out, he lead the chase
My owner fell to the floor, his wig split so fast
I didn't know he was hit, it's over with
Heard mad niggaz screamin, niggaz runnin, cops is comin
Now I'm happy, until I felt somebody else grab me
Damn!
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| some quiz thingy i took from bobby |
[14 Jun 2004|07:19pm] |
| How to make a liz_is_gully |
Ingredients:
3 parts pride
1 part brilliance
3 parts beauty |
Method:
Add to a cocktail shaker and mix vigorously. Add a little cocktail umbrella and a dash of lovability |
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[13 Jun 2004|05:15pm] |
Evanessence
Give Unto Me
I’ve been watching you from a distance
But distance sees through your disguise
All I want from you is your hurting
I want to heal you
I want to save you from the dark
Give unto me your trouble
I’ll endure you suffering
Place onto me your hurting
I’ll drink your deadly poison
Why should I care if they, hurt you
Some how it matters more to me
Than if I were hurting myself
Save you
I’ll save you
Give unto me your trouble
I’ll endure your suffering
Place onto me your hurting
I’ll drink your deadly poison
Give unto me your trouble
I’ll endure your suffering
Place onto me your hurting
I’ll drink your deadly poison
passion..
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[13 Jun 2004|05:31am] |
i sit here and watch the sun dance across my window..it plays tag with the clouds and chases away the lady of night..it beams off the buildings to create the appearance of gold stained rooftops...its as if the sun was trying to make the night jealous all in front of my eyes..what is missing..what is that i miss..and i realize that the answer is simple..
touch..
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[12 Jun 2004|03:45pm] |
ok so i REALLY didnt want to go out last night at all..i had plans of staying home and cleaning and doing absolutely nothing and i was ok with that..thats what i wanted to do...im on the computer..as usual and uptown(chris) hits me up..and gives me the guilt trip of the millenium as to how its his birthday and how could i not be there and show love and blah blah blah..so of course..i feel bad because i know if it was my birthday he would have went..and i begin to look for clothes..i wasnt feeling it initially but as the night progressed i got over it..
i got so fucking drunk..i started with my usual absolute cranberry and peach schnapps..i really love that drink..had a shot of some mix there that jamie gave me..had a few apple martinis..and a few to me is like 3-4..and i had about 3-4 glasses of alize and a cup or 2 of some cheap ass champagne...man oh man..i danced with jimmy all night long..we were on stage in the vip area for chris..and me and jimmy were on stage dancing it up!..had a great fucking time..i dont remember some of the people that i saw..i know that i saw mike and then i put my head on him and passed out..yes i passed out on stage...i started to cry because i got so drunk that i couldnt stop the world from moving..everyone thought i was sad but i wasnt..i just wanted the world to stop going to fast..so of course i started to cry like a 5 yr old...it was pretty sad..all in all i had a really good time..i usually dont enjoy myself like that at clubs..but i was amongst good friends..and i had a really good time..
the kid with a drink in her mouth..yum
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[09 Jun 2004|09:39am] |
my internet acted stupid yesterday..i was in the middle of a fantastic convo..and the shit just signed off..i was tight.....
i gotta see my pops today..im excited about that..i love hanging out with my dad..he is the best..he pisses me off sometimes but i love him..
-liz
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| my art work |
[09 Jun 2004|12:39am] |
i didnt have the net..so i started playing with adobe photoshop deluxe and these are some things i came up with..i got this one thing that i wanted to post but for some reason the file was corrupt..fuck it this is what i got so far..i will definitely keep fucking with it tho..i feel really creative..and i like it..
me..
love
him
my eyes
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[06 Jun 2004|04:29am] |
feeling oh so high...feeling oh so high..loving the feeling as the world passes me by..i cant deny that..i love this feeling..of utter and complete deliverance..freedom from the world..freedom from everything..freedom from..you..my senses peak and i sit here alone..with a chocolate dutch touching my lips..and the cold ice of a drink frolicks with my fingertips..i take another hit..and i leave..farther away from everything..and everyone..i feel young..and old all in one..this is how i..can have the most fun..just away from the pain of being me..the pain of being alone..the pain of solidarity..but i choose this route..because its easier i say..but i miss..the heat..of you..and him..and her..and people..and the touch..the caress..i undress..you verbally..and make love to you mentally..all while staying silently..and staring silenty..at thinking of the thought of you..touch..heat...skin..and i breathe..silently inhaling your cologne..my fingertips dance across your shirt..to lightly touch your sweat..and the steam..the heat..of you...
i dream..of a day when we can just be..but this is just that a dream..where reality intermingles and messes with my future..which i hope includes you..hair touches my back..soft..almost as soft as your touch..i breathe in..and i breathe out..and i breathe in...i feel the high reach within..
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i
pause..
as i remember making love to you for i still talk to u daily
although i know u cant hear me..i scream so that you can..i scream so loudly that no sound comes out..and i pause..
and i realize that the tears from the screams mean nothing
for you hear nothing..
and you never did..
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[02 Jun 2004|09:04pm] |
Here I sit,
On an old wooden floor,
Dust blowing up,
I can’t take it anymore.
So I‘m writing this letter,
In a dimly lit room,
Going to make you see,
That this ended too soon.
I write to you,
Letting you know all my strife,
Then my pencil breaks,
And I take out my knife.
The blade slips,
Ripping into my skin,
I begin to bleed,
Hoping it’s the end.
Red drops on the floor,
I’ll kill myself today,
I needed you here,
But I couldn’t make you stay.
A slash on the wrist,
A puddle starts to form,
I write it down,
I can’t take it anymore.
I cut my throat,
About three inches or so,
I make it bleed,
Then a knocking at the door.
Too weak to answer,
To even say “Come in”,
The door creaks open,
The light shows someone thin.
It’s all too blurry,
I can’t see who it is,
I drop down on the floor,
It’s serious.
I reach up to you,
Extending my hand,
But before you can grab it,
It falls to the land.
You dial for help,
But none has arrived,
I’m too far gone,
With no hope to survive.
You kiss me again,
Like you did before,
And now here I am,
Dying on the floor.
You dial again,
Holding on the line,
Staying with me,
Until they arrive.
They pick me up,
Cold and dead,
The last thing I say,
As you hold my head.
I love you today,
And for all eternity,
They took me away,
With all certainty.
Cold and lifeless,
Bleeding no more,
They bag me up,
Blood still on the floor.
You see the letter,
And start to cry,
Asking me again,
Why did you commit suicide?
You read my letter,
Painted with drops of red blood,
You find two words,
Intangible Love.
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| another survey |
[02 Jun 2004|07:06pm] |
about u
name - elizabeth nadal
nicknames - the kid..liz..lisa..mookie
birthday - september 25th
sign - libra
sex - female
height - 5'8
weight - 175 lbz
eye color - light brown
hair color - reddish brown but i dyed it blue black for years..waiting for that shit to grow out
highest education - some college
occupation - none ima bum :)
favorites
color(s) - black blue grey
song(s) - avril lavigne-im with you..usher-burn..nas-blaze a 50..mobb deep-hell on earth..mobb deep-god father part three..capone and noreaga-blood money part 2..wu-tang-triump..
artist(s) // group(s) nas..biggie..jay..mobb deep..tragedy khadafi..nore..the old wu-tang..some pac..alicia..avril lavigne..usher..evanessence..staind..limp bizkit..
store(s) - century 21..the mall..aldo..enzo angiolini..active warehouse..transit..and whatever store i find dope shit
food(s) - the kid loves italian and japanese food..and of course spanish..seafood is the bomb!
drink(s) - snapple..diet pepsi..blue hawaii..a sweet blue long island..jolly ranchers..parrot bay and pineapple..absolute cranberry and peach schnapps..sex on the beach..CALL-A-CABS...<3
item of clothing - my hoodies and my kicks <3
shoe(s) - tims..sneakers..an occasional dress shoe..
scent(s) - cool water..jean paul gaultier..calgon hawaiian ginger..gucci rush..love spell by victoria secrets..body by victoria..channel number 9..j'adore..design..versace red jeans..
sayin - pain builds character..man up
love life .
ever been in love - twice
with who - my first girlfriend kelly..and my last ex rob
longest relationship - 2 yrs
ever had your heart broken - hell yea bee
are you currently involved - hell no
crush - yes i got one
who is he // she - nigga if i tell u would it be a crush..stupid
how did you meet him // her - i met him through my homegirl
first kiss - ruben i was like 11..he was like 15..ahaha
age you lost your virginity - 13..long story
to who did you lose it to - i didnt wanna lose it..it was taken blah
friends
best friend(s) - girls ;i got a few // boys ; one or two
known the longest - chasty..since kindergarden..nina since i was 14..
funniest - my nigga jamie..me..my boy chech..cheeky
tallest - uhm my boy chris with the cars
smartest - i dont fuck with stupid people so they all smart
shortest - my homegirl chasty 4'11 and my boy jamie is like 5'7
prettiest - hmmmmmm i would have to really think about that hard..
finest - chris is hot bee! but most of my friends are attractive..
prettiest eyes - jamie
trust the most - netty jamie jen jess bobby pras chech nina
most likely to have the most kids - damm i dont know but my nigga chech is leading the leaugue right now with 3 kids aahah actually him and deejay are tied up with the three kids
most likely to be in jail - my peoples is to smart for the pen nigga
funniest memory - i got a few drunk classic moments here and there LOL
have you ever
smoked - hell yea i smoke stogs every fucking day..smoke weed as much as i can LOL
got so drunk that you couldnt walk - hell yea bee..one night when i was like 19 i got so drunk at a bar with one of my best friends...i got there before all of them..i was drinking from like 5 pm..i had like 4 absolute and cranberries..3 nutcrackers and like 7 whiskey sours..when i was on my 7th whiskey sour i put my head down..passed out..and i woke up screaming and crying..my best friend nina had to carry me with her at that time boyfriend mike..get a cab..take me home..undress me...put my p's on..and stay there..cuz i was sweating and spazzing the fuck out..no hang over tho so im blessed
told a lie - a white lie yea..but i dont lie about major shit..its wack
had a one night stand - yep
stole anything - hell yea all the time when i was coming up
said you loved somebody and didnt mean it - i never say shit i dont mean
travled - yup yup
got into a car accident - yes i been in three
done something you regret - regret is for the weak
got caught in the act -hell no im too discreet with my shit..im real personal about that
lost somebody you loved - somebody? my grandmother my aunt..one of my best friends marcy..and a few people that i know that had aids
cried yourself to sleep - many a night
ranaway from-a few times
broken a bone - nah im blessed
finish the sentence
I . . . am strong..i am a survivor..i am loyal..i am a bitch..i am a deep person..i have a good heart..i have a strong attitude..i am hard headed..i am a good friend..i am loving..i am nurturing..i give until you make me stop..when i love i am blind..i am everything..i am nothing..i am me
if I could go anywhere in the world it I would go to . .i would go to japan..greece..italy..europe
my favorite thing(s) to do in my sparetime..listen to music..party..write..write..write..think..hang with good people..watch movies
10 years from now I see myself . . with a family..living life..being happy
my friends say i am . . . a good friend..im hood..i am loyal..i am real..
if I could do one thing I never got to do it would be . . .telling my ex that i loved him..in his face..for the last time..saying good bye to my grandmother and telling her im sorry for all the things i put her through..saying i love you to the people i lost..
right now
time - 7:31 pm
what are you listening to - avril lavigne
whats next to you - mad shit nigga i gotta clean
what are you wearing - sweats and a shirt from my old job
what are you thinkin - im actually blank right now..who could have thought..
say something nice about the person who sent this to you - i took it from someone ;)
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| survey i took from someone |
[01 Jun 2004|02:29pm] |
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1. Your full name- elizabeth loren nadal
2. Birthday- september 25th
3. Where were you born- boogie down bronx
4. Eye color- light brown
5. Natural hair color: reddish brown
6. religion- blah
7. Heritage- puerto rican and dominican
8.6 Favorite bands/singers-r&b= usher, sade, d'angelo, alicia,
bands=evanessence, staind, limp bizkit
9. Favorite books- the art of war by sun tzu
10. Favorite movie- i got a few
11.1 Inside joke- she lost the inferno
12. Favorite color- black and blue
13. Favorite food- japanese
14. Favorite drink- blue hawaiis, absolute cranberry and peach schnapps (woowoo) jolly rancher, blue long island, alabama slammer..the list can go on
15. Current crushes- my boy
16. Favorite thing about yourself-my attitude
17. Least favorite thing- my wieght
18. Favorite cartoon- dexters lab
19. Favorite hobby- writing
20. Future piercing- dont know yet
21. Future tattoos- too many
22. Favorite flower- white rose
23. Favorite place- florida
24. Perfect first date- fuck dates
25.5 qualities in a guy-smart, goal oriented, funny, thoro, attractive (at least to me)
26. Favorite animal- elephant
27. Subway or publix-subway
28. BK or Mc D's- burger king
29. Ice cream or frozen yogurt- icecream
30. Black or red nail polish- black
31. Coke pr Pepsi-Pepsi
32. Vans or etnies-neither
33. One fav item of clothing- a hoodie
34.3 things you would take to an island if you were stranded-water, lots of weed, dutches
35. Favorite childhood memory- my grandmother combing my hair as we watched spanish soaps together
36. Something as a child that you cant get rid of- shit that my grandmother left me
37. Last thing you ate-honey chicken
38. Body or brains-BRAINS
39. Pen or pencil-pen
WORD ASSOCIATIONS
40. Hot-n' spicy
41. pink- gay
42. drummer- staind
43. Water-drink
44. Heart-womp
45. love-is wack
46. Hard-life
47. music-life
48. boys-should die
49. Squeek-the bed
50. Waft- huh
51. Smurf- short
52. Blue-dope
53. Blood- yuck
54. Precious-laughs
55. nose- ring
56. lip- yum
57. crazy- me
58. Drool- infant
59. soul mate-they dont exist
60. discombobulated-someones face
61. sheep- wool
62. playdoh-fun
63. rasin-rasin bran
64. feather-soft
65. tissue-bathroom
66. First crush- colleen (2nd grade)
67. Favorite child storybook-green eggs and ham bee
68. with or without bra-with
69. Carebears or strawberry shortcake-carebears
70. Favorite thing about school-english
71. Least favorite thing about school-MATH!!
72. Something you made that you are proud of- my survival
73.2 annoyances of the opposite sex- niggaz being so fucking predictable
74. Position in a band- lead singer
75. Reality TV hate or love-hate
76. Opinion on drugs and alcohol- i love it all
77.5 bestrides- my nigga shea out in florida and my boy chris with the escalades
78. Last concert you went to- never been to one
79. First concert you went to- never been to one
80. Birthdays love or hate-hate
FINISH THE PHRASE
81. What up...son
82. Bill Clinton...was the first black president
83. You are...the fucking greatest
84. sex..is disgusting
85. Drummers are...dope
86. Guitarists are...rock
87. I play with...knives and fire
88. Mini mouse is..a big fucking rat
89. He said...he wouldn' leave me and that he would always love me
90. He never...really meant it..and he still left
91. You have...expressive eyes
92 YOU...can be a bitch at all times
93. Fuck...people with thier maybe beef..lets get it poppin
94. I’ll take you...with me and bring u back
95. One tree hill or the OC? huh
96. SNL or Mad TV? Mad TV
97. Do you smoke? stogs and weed
98. Accomplishment? surviving
99. Something you want to accomp? having a family
100. Last person you thought about- my ex
101. Last thing you listened to- alicia
102. Your greatest fear- not being remembered
103. Last thing you watched- stir of echoes (dope flick)
104. Last thing you bought- weed and a drink
105. Why did you waste your time doing this- nothing else to do and im annoyed..got my mind off it :)
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"there are some unafraid to show how life has beaten them up
or down
they sit on the street
head in hands
or stare, anesthetized
into dumbfounding space, crowds
rain
others choose familiar artifice
and carry thier defeat
like money
they dont have to spend
yet"
-janet ward
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liz_is_gully's journal
nauseated
