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About Me

Descend,
Cookie Monster
"The best feelings are those that have no words to describe them...."
In a complete state of euphoria...
Got bored with all that random babble i had before which sounded emo so i felt i needed a update. Although, at the moment i dont really know what to say. Im sure i had a idea afew minutes ago *thinks?*. Welll, i dono, the best way to get to know me is probably to play on the ps3 with me, or come drinking with me. Incase you havent noticed, i am a proud alcoholic (so people like to believe). I dont drink ALL the time, haha just most of the time. Ironic, but i love my life. Apart from drinking, things can get really stressing for me, but i ignore it. Feel free to add me or message me, welcome new friends :]. Im in the goose in Romford ALL the time, its my second home. Come in, and say hello sometime ^_^
I have new prospects & 2007 is my new year.
So after that, if you want to know more, add me and talk, but please don't bother asking me "how are you" that's just wasting my time.
Please Spell my name correctly.
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My Interests

One last glance from a taxi cab
Images scar my mind
For weeks've felt like years
Since your full attention was all mine
The night was young and so were we
Talked about life, God, death, and your family
Didn't want any promises,
Just my undivided honesty, and you said

Oh oh, things are gonna change now for the better
Oh oh, things are gonna change, oh, they're gonna change

I am the patron saint of lost causes
A fraction of who I once believed (change)
only a matter of time
Opinions I would try and rewrite
If life had background music playing your song
I've got to be honest, I tried to escape you
But the orchestra plays on, and they sang

Oh oh, things are gonna change now for the better
Oh oh, things are gonna change
Hands, like secrets, are the hardest thing to keep from you Lines and phrases, like knives, your words can cut me through
Dismantle me down (repair)
You dismantle me
You dismantle me
Give me time to prove
Prove I want the rest of yours (prelude)
Call this a prelude to a lifetime of you
It's not that I hang on every word
I hang myself on what you repeat
It's not that I keep hanging on
I'm never letting go

Save me from myself
Save me from myself
Help me save me from myself
Save me from myself

Games

I'd like to meet:

Who Id like to meet:
Open minded people. Optimistic people. People who like peanut butter! LOL. People who try to make others happy. People who drink as much as me. Sadistic people.

Who id like not to meet: elitists. liars. gropers. Bitches. cheaters. hypocrits. People who endorce voilence. People who go out of their way to make others unhappy. Bullies. People quick to Judge. kids who still shape their actions/style to fit a specific mould or little girls looking for a fuck.

Theres actually NO order to my friends list. If your on there, whatever position your in, i love you all the same. Seriously.

Probably not YOU tbh.

So Here is the key, go unlock the door yourself...

Heroes:

This:

My Blog

Random scribbles of no intelligence...

Clearly without a doubt this blog will prove once and for all that i think TOO much. I think about alot of things in ways i shouldnt and ive clearly over-analysed every situation that i have placed my...
Posted by ♠Playgirl♠ on Thu, 07 Jun 2007 03:04:00 PST

Raining down..

I wish I could write something that actually means something, instead of this self pittying drivel that i revise over and over again until it has absoloutely no meaning at all, but i know the words li...
Posted by ♠Playgirl♠ on Mon, 04 Jun 2007 03:57:00 PST

Perfect sonnet

Lately I've been wishing I had one desire,Something that would make me never want another,Something that would make it so that nothing matters,All would be clearer thenBut I guess I'll have to settle ...
Posted by ♠Playgirl♠ on Thu, 03 May 2007 03:31:00 PST

Poetry

The truth about you. The truth about you, you may ask me. Whats truth i reply? Truth doesnt need to be said, only facts, i point out. Cant ever admit the truth, its not lady like. Its not appropriate...
Posted by ♠Playgirl♠ on Tue, 17 Apr 2007 10:21:00 PST

My conscience says...

An Average morning for me: Conscious: "Time to get up Emel. Wakey Wakey. Its another day" Emel: "Why should I? Its all grey, dismal and gay out there! Id rather stay in bed." Conscious: "If you thi...
Posted by ♠Playgirl♠ on Mon, 12 Mar 2007 04:55:00 PST

yeah

saturday morning mum told me that my great nan had died. the actual time of her death was about 12:00 lunchtime on saturday but she was given a drug to calm her down on friday and she never woke up an...
Posted by ♠Playgirl♠ on Tue, 06 Mar 2007 05:09:00 PST

Love is a bitter pill to swallow

If love is really like what they say, that it's giving someone the power to destroy you but trusting them not to...that its a will to give, rather than to recieve, that it's having someone have every ...
Posted by ♠Playgirl♠ on Wed, 21 Feb 2007 07:01:00 PST

Centipede dispenses medicine to make you well.

Who am I? You'll find me in my writings, the frequent ramblings posted to my LiveJournal and the infrequent poems that I write periodicially. You'll find me in my conversations, the ones where I say...
Posted by ♠Playgirl♠ on Sat, 22 Apr 2006 10:12:00 PST