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About Me

my name is sara

i work at Walmart

i do inventory management, so i'm not a cashier
and therefor am not as much of a loser, but still a loser

i <3 my friends to death

you know you want to be my friend too

im complicated, weird, crazy

whatever you wanna call me

but you'll love me =P

so message me if you truly want to know ME

i don't want to have any random hookups, so if that's all you're after, don't bother

i'm not gonna respond to most messages, so send me something that will GRAB my attention

which means none of that 'hey sexy mamma' crap.

its annoying.

Myspace Layouts at Pimp-My-Profile.com / Recycleables

I was curious.... do I really look like her?

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Weird much?

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net

My Blog

sonnet

DepartedI'm not back yet, my mind has departed I walk around empty, just like a ghost The map where I lay is an uncharted For now this body just serves as a host I move around, I still can do things m...
Posted by on Fri, 10 Mar 2006 11:47:00 GMT

sestina

I'd like to see you try Who would know that I live with so much pain? No one knows, and it is because I feign My life, my personality; a strain To keep it all a secret, to contain It is tedious to a...
Posted by on Fri, 10 Mar 2006 11:45:00 GMT

a rubaiyat poem

My AnswerOne, two, three, four I'm hiding, not behind the door My friends all search, they want to find me They better hurry up, I'm getting sore Restless now, anxiety Oh come on, please find ...
Posted by on Fri, 10 Mar 2006 11:42:00 GMT

an ode to peas in the form of a haiku

PEA I really hate peas peas really hate me too 'cause peas want me to die justin said that they wanted me to die....
Posted by on Fri, 10 Mar 2006 11:41:00 GMT

We

We We are similar in every way We are different in every way As we love And hate As we work And play We are best friends We are worst enemies We can't survive with each other ...
Posted by on Fri, 10 Mar 2006 11:37:00 GMT

Acrostic Poem

Anxiety As I am trapped in my mind No one can same me; no one can pull me out. Is it because of my X chromosome? Is it genetics? Invisible cures are no where to be found Emptiness is felt...
Posted by on Fri, 10 Mar 2006 11:33:00 GMT