[JessieAnn]'s diary
Can be described as wee bit quirky.
Slut is not a nice word, i prefer floozie.x
Jokes on ordinary people 'cuz it is ordinary people like you I laugh at.
Such a sugar addict.
Oh and I am such a fool.
I like to overuse the word 'SWEETIE' or call you 'Darling'.
I am starting to adopt a Buck's posh accent - be scared.
Fuck, Bastard and AssHat are regularily used in my vocabulary.
I feel naked without eyeliner and blush on.
Caffiene is a babe.
I laugh alot, usually at the most awkard times.
My friends's can only be described as as 'Magic'.
I drink... but recreational drugs and smoking bad!
I write in full English for a reason.
- My idea is that otherwise it is a complete and utter waste of my time doing it for 11 years of my life at school.
You don't have to like me and I don't have to like you.
Real common people annoy me, I'm a bit of a snob it seems.
I am a not Teenage pregnancy waiting to happen, use contraception people. If a condom scares you - your not ready to have sex.
I am particularily opinionated and with that comes stubborness.
I rant . . . alot.
I like having my boundaries.
I like blowing kisses to my friends.
I can be judgemental... though I'd like to think i was open minded.
I have a hot temper & get really pissy really easy.
E - Eccentric.
S - Sarcastic.
S - Sultry.
I - Impious.
C - Controversial.
A - Austere.
N - Natty.
N - Nebulous.
O - Original.
R - Retro.
R - Reawakened.
A - Amorous.
I - Insatiable.
N - Neutral
E - Echoed.
God! I am totally going to miss you Mattie! Your are a total sweetie! I forgive you for leaving me and pissing off to New Zealand. It should be major fun for you... and i am expecting huggles when yo get back. Understand me you AssHat?!
Sometimes I feel I should explain myself, when really you should just try to get to know me.
I can be judgemental... though I'd like to think i was open minded.
I have a hot temper & get really pissy really easy.
I like to sing... Though i can't.
I rant, sometimes a wee bit too much.
I am particularily stubborn at times.
I can feel a bit lonely.
I do bitch, in excess.
I have destructive tendancies sometimes to myself.
I can be agressive in a non-cute way.
I like drama, though not so much involving me.
I am a part-time insomniac.
I hate it when certain people don't respect my boundaries, which are often made quite clear *lol*.
My eyes... spanish eyes so I'm told.
My choice of friends, i am a good judge of character these days.
Parties with my bucks possi and almost geordie crew.
I like using the word 'SWEETIE' O.T.T.
I am very verbal with my body language.
I like flirting... so sue me.
I like having my boundaries.
I like my laugh... it's different.
I love winking.
I like blowing kisses to my friends.
especially when they blow them back.
I like being a fool.
I like writing in my diary.
I like writing in general, crap! at grammar... still liking it though.
I like to draw, mostly hands 0_o .
I like it when when my friend's and family know exactly what I am thinking without voicing.
I like dancing... a new found love for bollywood it seems.
Granted, there wasn't much for him to take
And the only thing constant was the constant reminder he'd never change
Tight fisted with his compliments, it didn't seem to bother him
that talk is even cheaper told in bulk
And the only thing constant was the constant reminder
He'd never change.
I know what I should get this time
She was in the habit of reapplying makeup
Makeup eaten up by crocodile tears
And the only thing constant was the constant reminder she'd never change
Overtly individual - covertly traditional
She couldn't seem to make up her mind
And the only thing constant was the constant reminder she'd never change
CHERRY MONROE LYRICS
"Anything"
I feel your eyes on my back
Making the attack
Its easier to stab me
When i'm not looking
How could you do this to me?
I feel your skin on mine
This is our last goodbye
The hardest part of letting go
Are the things i'll never know
How could you do this to me?
How could you do this when...
Id do anything
Id do anything..anyt
For you i would die just to breathe you
For you i would scream just to hear you
For you i would burn just to feel you
I'm dying..i'm screaming
Till my last dying breath
I have fought til the end
Hear my ghost of truth
Let these words haunt you
How could you do this to me?
How could you do this wehn...
I'd do anything, id do anything...any
For you i would die just to breathe you
For you i would scream just to hear you
For you i would burn just to
You just turn and walk away
You just turn and walk away
And we fall
And we bleed
And we lie
And we cheat
Ive been cut too deep
Ive been losing sleep
Brought down to my knees
As i beg and plead
You just turn your back turn your back on...me
I can be judgemental... though I'd like to think i was open minded.
I have a hot temper & get really pissy really easy.
I like to sing... Though i can't.
I rant, sometimes a wee bit too much.
I am particularily stubborn at times.
I can feel a bit lonely.
I do bitch, in excess.
I have destructive tendancies sometimes to myself.
I can be agressive in a non-cute way.
I like drama, though not so much involving me.
I am a part-time insomniac.
I hate it when certain people don't respect my boundaries, which are often made quite clear *lol*.
My eyes... spanish eyes so I'm told.
My choice of friends, i am a good judge of character these days.
Parties with my bucks possi and almost geordie crew.
I like using the word 'SWEETIE' O.T.T.
I am very verbal with my body language.
I like flirting... so sue me.
I like having my boundaries.
I like my laugh... it's different.
I love winking.
I like blowing kisses to my friends.
especially when they blow them back.
I like being a fool.
I like writing in my diary.
I like writing in general, crap! at grammar... still liking it though.
I like to draw, mostly hands 0_o .
I like it when when my friend's and family know exactly what I am thinking without voicing.
I like dancing... a new found love for bollywood it seems.
I have one word - BOLLYWOOD - 'Tis amazing! Have had dos much fun dancing again, making up the dances for thr film Kuch uch hota Hai - been minted! But i am soooo tired and my legs hurt! alot! ... it's just been FUN Fun FUN!
Father's day today.. BAH! I'm reading this book called the badmother's handbook. It is so tocuhing and makes me cry alot... yes more than 'the child called 'it'.'' - It's about a single woman living in london, fashinable, unable to keep a steady boyfriend, like's one of her clients, drinks etc. And then her best friend from highschool dies and now she is left with 2 young kids, as she is the guardian. Her life turned upside down and suddenly she finds she cannot do things that normally she could do. But i find that a bit like being a teenager, especially in the RAF. Uprooted and moved all the time, given responsibiliti
Also a funny book or the girlies to read... where have all the boys gone? - amazing funny book (not a girly book either). But v.v.v.humerous
First day of year 13!!! whoop whoop! Though i feel so old... almost on the point of wrinklyness. Well there was literally no point me goin in to school today... i only have offically two lessons on a red monday... 1st 2 but psychology teacher did not turn up... and sociology teacher is away in france with year 7's. What is the fucking point! well happy teachers let me drop Pe! yay.... Mr Mccombe was actually nice about it. SHOCK HOrror!!!! o well.. bibi xx
Be'cuz I am Just That Swanky.
I got a heart full, of rubberbands
That keep... getting....caught on...things!
But I can't make me love you
And you can't make me either
Patience Boy I need it
I can't make me love you
That keep... getting....cau
But I can't make me love you
And you can't make me either
Patience Boy I need it
I can't make me love you
There is
Something exciting about leaving everything behind
There is something
Deep and pulling leaving everything behind
Something about having everthing
You think you'll ever need
Sitting in the seat next to you
Gift wrapped.
This fire.
This note.
And put it in the ground.
And cover it up for later.
Dig a little joy.
Gift Wrapped fwendies.
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Butterfly Boucher - I Can't Make Me
All the things I want to say but I can't
All the things I want to do but I won't
Hold me tight
Not too tight
I'm in knots and you tie me in bows
I feel pretty
I know that you care
You're so sweet
You're so so sweet
It's not a hurry that we're in
It's the pollen
It's the spring
I can't make me love you
And you can't make me either
Patience Boy I need it
I can't make me love yooooooou
Oh oh oh
Paper pen and a piece of your heart
I can read it but where do I start?
What to do
What do I do?
An I am going but I'm gonna come back
And maybe then, maybe this maybe that
Hold me tight
Not too tight
It's not a hurry that were in
There's no problem
That's the thing!
But I can't make me love you
And you can't make me either
Patience Boy I need it
I can't make me love yooooooou
Oooooooooooooo
Everyday there's something new to hold onto toooooooooo a little more of yoooooooouu
I Can't make me love you
And you can't make me either
Patience Boy I need it
I can't make me love yooooooou
Patience Boy on strange days
I can't make me love yooooooooouu
Oh oh oh
Butterfly Boucher, another white dash.
There isSomething exciting about leaving everything behind
There is something
Deep and pulling leaving everything behind
Something about having everthing
You think you'll ever need
Sitting in the seat next to you
And I watch
Another white dash
Another white dash
Another white dash
Fly beside us
And I watch
Another white dash
Another white dash
Another white dashFly beneath us
Away away
There is
Yelling of an engine a constant rattling door
There is serious
Deep and mumbles
A conversation I'm not it
Flickering lights
Shadows of trees
Makes me blink me eyes
Makes the land
Appear like a really old mooooooovie
And I watch
I got a heart fuuuuull, of rubberbaaaaand
That keep... getting....cau
And I count
Another white dash
Another white dash
Another white dash
I drift off at eighty...somet
And I count
Another white dash
Another white dash
Another white dash
Out of time with the muuuusiiiiiiic
Written about Tuesday 2006-05-30
Written: (6577 days ago)
I love my life when i get random phone calls from best mates when they are away on holiday and they tell me the joys of going furniture shopping for five hour's with their old age pensioner grand parent. It is even better when you wake up in the morning realise you don't have work nor school and you can just roll over and go back to sleep. I like to over use the word 'sweetie' and occasionally 'asshat'. I love it more when im just drunk enough to enjoy myslef with this new found confidence, though maybe not so much later when i've had too much to drink or in the morning. I love going to work having broom fights and getting customers to bet that i will win. I like to play monopoly and win... even when i cheat with the money. I like it when i go to partie's, like kirsti's BBQ, and make random video's on my mobile and take random photos of the Buck's gang being loonies. I like Getting on a bus or train on the way to northumberland to see matey's, it's so exciting. I like Smiling and like it when you realise that your mates would do anything for you.
Written about Monday 2006-05-29
Written: (6578 days ago)
I hate... I repeat hate hearing about how bad you life is mate! Seriously when will people understand that i just don't care anymore, i do not have to therefore the responsibility has flown away to a far away plcace. All you do is tell em how shite life is, well guess what; I already learnt that the hard way... do you not rememeber when i was 12?! 'Dick Shit.' Yes life can be a bit of a bastard, life at home is a bit awkard at time - tell me what teenagers home isn't? - and yes your dad dying is a terrible thing. There are children in the world with no Father's, no Mother's and no friend's. At least you still have friends, family if you need them, your family have always pulled through despite what you say.
I hate the fact you lie to me and your friends. It is particularily petty that you have so many oppotunities that pass you by, and when i explain to you about them; you just make up an excuse, that fits, so that it is someone else's fault. It is ALWAYS someone else fault. Well I try to believe in the idea of fate and 'self-forefill
I am sorry i was neevr a supportive enough girlfriend, i did cheat, i did lie, i was depressed when i couldn't help it. I did cut but i watched you ever day blame someone else, i watched you everyday kill yourself with drink and cigarette's and everyday i died inside for you. I'm sorry if i cannot understand you. But i think you really have to learn to deal with this... Becuase i have has to deal with shit... it's up to me to make things better and visa versa.
Good Bye.
Construction Page.
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I. Am. Just. So. Swanky ... But. Sweetie. This. Page. Is. Under. Construction. !.
Kishes. &&. ThankYou. xX
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Be'cuz I am Just That Swanky.
- - - ->''T'aint the point, Sugar. You Tinkerbelled him. (Ooh-er), and that is a sin''
- - - -> ''Then Sinner i shall be... Sin One Shall''
Poop'ular By Puttin' Chum's Up On My Bio.
Neither Do I Feel The Need To Have My Breasticle's On Show.
I Agree That People Who Label Themselves Are AssHat's... & It's Mucho Funo To Laugh At EMO Kids.
However. . . I Do like A Good RANT.
I Like To OverUse The Word SWEETIE.
I Still Love My Fwendies. . . They Are Fool's 0_o Just Like Moi.
Yes. . . I am English But I refer To Myself as Moi.
. . . This Also Means I Will Only Write Back To Toi In English. . .
if You Write More Than Just 'hi'. . . *Dick Shit*
& if You Write In Correct English NOT - - ->''Elo sxe laydee''.
Tee Hee . . . I Laugh Like Im On Crack . . . Tho' Drugs are Bad.
---> It Is Only Becuase I Laugh All The Time.
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