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You were born in the year of The Great Milenko. Which means you are different from what people may think.Relevant Years:1954, 1960, 1966, 1972, 1978, 1984, 1990, 1996, 2002. Most Compatible with Carnival of Carnage.
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Anyone who can see the beauty in the thorns as well as the rose. But you gotta party too.

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Sarah Ann Weaver

she is soo fuckin beautiful! 
Posted by on Thu, 31 May 2007 11:32:00 GMT

ok

ok...fine. so the baby's a girl. i can live with that...more or less.
Posted by on Mon, 23 Apr 2007 10:48:00 GMT

"in the pursuit of happiness" a re-post

The next morning, when she bought her coffee, and looked at the time, the coffee did not spill. And she took this as a sign that the coffee had learned its lesson.   She told me all this on the t...
Posted by on Wed, 31 Jan 2007 20:44:00 GMT

im a daddy

his name is Octavian. :)
Posted by on Mon, 23 Oct 2006 21:20:00 GMT

PofH: a continuation

Ok, so for any of you who read this consistantly you might remember a short peice i wrote called In the Pursuit of Happiness. Well for your information, as far as i can remember, i didn't actually pos...
Posted by on Tue, 20 Jun 2006 03:21:00 GMT

Caddbury Johnathan Weaver

ok, so no one reads this so i dont really care about what i say. i just need a place to vent. Not because I'm angry, or confused, or scared, but because im a bi-polar sado-masicistc sociopath, and im ...
Posted by on Sat, 03 Jun 2006 23:57:00 GMT

poor angelic

I suck. that's it really. idk i just can't get it out of my head that im some peice of shit. and ever since Angelic came into my life it just seems to get worse. She tells me im cute when i feel ugly,...
Posted by on Sat, 29 Apr 2006 23:13:00 GMT

last night was great

My dearest Angelic. I love her. I love her taste. She tastes like death. Her heart beat strong like a drum in a band that over power all other sound, all other noise, all other you. Her hair, its powe...
Posted by on Sun, 12 Feb 2006 10:11:00 GMT

In The Pursuit of Happiness

The next morning, when she bought her coffee, and looked at the time, the coffee did not spill. And she took this as a sign that the coffee had learned its lesson.   She told me all this on the t...
Posted by on Sat, 28 Jan 2006 11:36:00 GMT

BIG NEWS

all that read this good friend or not much comment me a confrats because   I AM NOW HOMOCIDALY INSANE! :) my doctor said so, honestly haha
Posted by on Sat, 07 Jan 2006 19:15:00 GMT