"Good mourning" 2009 |
yup yup. Yet another year down.Lets recap a bit.Quite the interesting year it was. Lots of great things, and lots of bad things.im not planning to delve into the bad things but rather how amazing the...
Posted by on Mon, 04 Jan 2010 13:44:00 GMT |
my grammys new product line! |
Comfort & Care Products by WindStarI have developed a new line of natural products for your comfort and beauty.These
include fragrant goats milk soap, lip balm, and moisturizing/massage
bars. Your s...
Posted by on Thu, 19 Nov 2009 10:37:00 GMT |
fridge poetry |
are toy of a terd (turd, didn't have the right letters)who at that be airtaking was timeto sidegiver have*by me and hugh jackman with remaining word magnets*"Her ass crack in full bloom"Remember some ...
Posted by on Wed, 12 Aug 2009 23:05:00 GMT |
this bitch should be shot! |
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lpNxwvKOpJk
Posted by on Fri, 26 Jun 2009 11:45:00 GMT |
Mutilation is the most sincere form of flattery |
Heythere's no rules todayyou steal instead of borrowyou take all the shapes that I makeand you thinkthat you thoughtall the thoughts, that I thoughtDon't You?Mutilation's the mostsincere form of flatt...
Posted by on Wed, 11 Feb 2009 13:34:00 GMT |
good lord, things that make u feel like shit |
so we just had the greatest experience ever. me, heath, and amy, went to jack n the box, at like 2:30 in the morning and were sittin there trying to figure out what we wanted, and we hear the people ...
Posted by on Sat, 31 Jan 2009 02:58:00 GMT |
Remember the time |
ganked from tank, who stole it from her friend. needless to say, i left her a comment on it, and it made me think of lots of great times. so i thought this would be fun if people actually ...
Posted by on Sat, 08 Nov 2008 21:04:00 GMT |
hold on tight |
to the endafter the constelations on black nightsthey say play the gamebut hold on tightand dodge the shadowplay on the wallsand the echoes down the hallscome into my heartcome back to my heartcome ba...
Posted by on Tue, 21 Oct 2008 06:43:00 GMT |
untitled |
You're busy drawing hearts You run your fingers down the glass An open mirror Now you're sleeping In the front seat Like a crushed leaf On the concrete night Murder ring What are you talking ...
Posted by on Fri, 30 May 2008 18:51:00 GMT |
Violins |
I am just another fool, and I have to keep telling myself that I am just a hypocrite, and I have to keep calling you one And I forgot to bite my tongue, as my assumption is the mother of all mistakes...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Apr 2008 23:14:00 GMT |
