The heir of my wretched heart.
Little Miss Prud and Prod :D
i got my pay today, its miserable ):
hahha. and it all went to my hp bills. wthh.
maybe its so little because this is all we do at work.
hahahaha. but i refuse to "work" anymore.
unobtainable ):
they don't even have it in US Men's S anymore ):
how depressing, its so pretty!
Lets make a fast plan, watch it burn to the ground
I try to whisper, so no one figures it out
I'm not a bad man, i'm just overwhelmed
Its cause of these things, its cause of these things
Earworm: These Things -She Wants Revenge
With nothing but your pair of hands,
I'm sent to hell to meet.
Tore me apart,
but you're burning at my feet.
Suicide, blasphemy and make-believe.
Is it time to revolt yet?
Friday, November 10, 2006
Posted by
Michelle
at
11:50 PM
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