the.sun.was.born.and.so.it.shall.die
- I lived with Ben on Cartier
- I was with Emily
- I lived with Ben on Cartier
- I was with Emily
This entry is going to be much shorter than the ones you've been used to for this last little while (maybe), as nothing really happened today, except for the normal... stuff doesnt happen but I'm going to write for two hours about it and for some reason people are going to read it kinda stuff, I feel really sick (again) and there just isn't really anything to write about.. but what else is new around here. A couple things to mention though... I may go back after I'm finished and beef up these few paragraphs (which i did) after I feel better.. and perhaps a tad wee bit more creative. Sorry if the first part of this is lacking, but what the hell do you expect, you people aren't paying me much for this.. Only in hugs, snuggles and lollipops, happy thoughts filled with rainbows and sunshine and happy butterflies. Dammit people, I need cash!! You should know my address, start sending me money! Lots of it.. all the time. forever. I entertain! I dance, I sing, I swear a LOT... I'm an entertainer.. and NO, I will NOT take my clothes off... fucking sick bastards. Alright, let's just see what i can squeeze out of this ever so resistent mind of mine... *squeezes* oh.. well then..
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