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| blackwell angel |
[09 Dec 2009|05:58pm] |
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Hi! I'm Lisa. I'm Santa's Helper this year and I want to know if you've been naughty or nice. Tell me why you think so too.
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moved to ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) bowen!! |
[08 Dec 2009|03:00pm] |
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[08 Dec 2009|12:00am] |
 name: justin richards
aim: justin got paid
occupation: guitar in a rocket to the moon, vocals/guitar in brighten
age & date of birth: 22 & may 10, 1987
relationship status: taken
sexual orientation: straight
what's your biggest guilty pleasure?: rapping and dancing along to rap music, it's not that i feel guilty about it, i just look like a fool.
what's your biggest fear?: peanut butter. and choking.
what three things would you take with you to a deserted island?: a guitar, my laptop which will come with an everlasting battery and beyonce's entire discography, and my family and friends who will bring the other things that i might need...like alcohol and mexican food.
what's your favorite youtube video?: i spend way too much time on youtube and i would like to say r.i.p. beenerkeekee1995's channel but i can't choose just one so i'll include these videos and any king curtis video, too.
what would be your ideal vacation?: somewhere warm preferably. but i'd love to go to australia. or france.
what advice would you give someone going to the moon?: i'd tell them to have fun and bring me back a t-shirt, but really what i want to know is how they feel about that astronaut ice cream junk because personally i'm not a fan but i'm not a real astronaut so does my opinion really matter?
would you say you've won more fights than you've lost?: no.
do you put all of your cards on the table?: no, because then my opponent(s) could see and i would most likely lose.
goonies never say die. what's something you never say?: comeuppance, i guess. it's a funny sounding word but i've never had to use it.
if you had to describe yourself in five words, what would they be?: i asked two people and i got: should go back to brighten from mindy and the other night she said something about my being the best friend ever or something similar but i don't remember the other two words but THEY WERE REALLY NICE
amazing, perfect, lovely, studly, and thegrrrrreatestboyfriendever - lights
and i guess if i had to choose them myself i'd pick manly, wicked awesome, competent, and oratorical
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| the swane princess |
[05 Dec 2009|03:24pm] |
danny daveito: hi im candice and im an angel
with that being said, what are you getting me for christmas? hah! hi guys! i want to be friends with each and everyone of you lovely people but i need to know, if you could keep only one of your five senses (taste, touch, smell, sight, or hearing) which would you choose and why?
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| aver |
[04 Dec 2009|09:03pm] |
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| aver |
[04 Dec 2009|04:34pm] |
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21 days until i'm legal. just saying.
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| aver |
[04 Dec 2009|10:10am] |
spam me.
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| ~aver had enough yet? |
[04 Dec 2009|03:58am] |
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| aver |
[04 Dec 2009|12:23am] |
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keep watching, this might do a trick.
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| aver |
[04 Dec 2009|01:21am] |
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whatsuuppp
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| aver |
[03 Dec 2009|05:36pm] |
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big lights will inspire you
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| aver; the swane princess |
[02 Dec 2009|12:33am] |
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| ~aversanta. |
[01 Dec 2009|10:37pm] |
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| how was everyone's thanksgiving holiday weekend? |
[29 Nov 2009|05:17pm] |
sunday, wake up, give me a cigarette. last night's love affair is looking vulnerable in my bed. silk sheet, blue dawn, colgate, tongue warm. won't you quit your crying? i can't sleep. one minute I'm a little sweetheart and next minute you are an absolute creep. we've got obsessions. i want to wipe out all the sad ideas that come to me when i am holding you. we've got obsessions. all you ever think about are sick ideas involving me, involving you. supermarket, what packet of crackers to pick? they're all the same, one brand, one name, but really they're not. look, look, just choose something quick. people are staring, time to go quick. cheeks are on fire; just choose something, something, something. pressure overwhelming. next minute i am turning out of the door, facing one week without food. a day, a day when things things are pretty bad. don't let it make you feel sad, the crackers were probably bad luck anyway. can't let your cold heart be free when you act like you've got an OCD. we've got obsessions. i want to erase every nasty thought that bugs me every day of every week. we've got obsessions. you never tell me what it was that makes you strong and what it was that made you weak. we've got obsessions. i want to erase every nasty thought that bugs me every day of every week. we've got obsessions. you never told me what it was that made you strong and what it was that made you weak. makes you weak, makes you weak, make you weak, make you weak, make you weak. sunday, wake up, give me a cigarette. last night's love affair is looking vulnerable again. |
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