i just turned 15 march 3rd i have black and red hair with my natural blonde roots growing out. im 5 foot 3 inches and i have very hypnotic eyes oh ya , i really love to poke smot oh,excuze me smoke pot and im not big on alcohol but i like wiskey and tequillia and ocassionally i like wine and champange but my favorite thing to do is to smoke pot i like chronic and kine buds and white widow and blueberry and peach too shawg is verry sucky but i can deal so if you live in colorado you should talk to me and smoke me up and ill return the favor eventually, thank you

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x=yes -=no


(x)Kissed someone of the oppisite sex
(x)Kissed someone of the same sex
(x)TP'd a house
(x)Shoplifted
(x)Drank Alchohal
(x)Gotten High
(x)Had a crush on a teacher
(x)Gotten into a fistfight
(x)Cried
(x)Been Stalked
(x)Been suspended
(x)Gone Streaking
(x)Gone skinnydipping
(-)Watched The OC
(x)Been in love
(x)Killed someone
(x)Killed an animal (bugs!)
(-)Eaten a Person
(-)Forgotten a friend's birthday
(x)Hit a guy's ass
(x)Been beat up
(x)Talked on the phone for more than 3 hours
(x)Thought a cartoon caracter was cute(the little animals)
(x)Hated someone so much i wished they were dead
(x)Sang kareokee
(x)Hit a guy
(x)cried in front of a guy
(x)cried in front of friends
(x)Cut myself
(-)Gotten stitches
(x)Met a famous person
(x)Made fun of someone
(x) Been jealous of someone
(x) Cussed someone out
(x) Broken the school dresscode
(x)Sang in front of people
(x) Danced in front of other people
(x)Witnessed a murder
(x)Been in court
(x)Fallen asleep in class
(x)Memorized the entire words to a song
(x)Been in love with someone online
(x)Been grounded
(x)Been arested
(xxxxxxxxx)Been brought home by the police
(x)Been in a 3way
(x)Been raped
(x)Been in the care of a drunk person
(x)hated a family member
(x)Been depressed
(x)thought about suicide
(x)Been to a professional counseling place
(x)Lied
(-)Sued someone
(x)Tripped an old person


Follow these rules to maintain your sanity:





1. At lunch time, sit in your parked car with sunglasses on and point a hair dryer at passing cars. See if they slow down.
2. Page yourself over the intercom. Don't disguise your voice.
3. Every time someone asks you to do something, ask if they want fries with that.
4. Put your garbage can on your desk and label it "in"
5. Put decaf in the coffee maker for 3 weeks. Once everyone has gotten over their caffeine addictions, switch to espresso.
6. In the memo field of all your checks, write "for sexual favors".
7. Finish all your sentences with "in accordance with the prophecy."
8. Don't use any punctuation marks
9. As often as possible, skip rather than walk.
10. Ask people what sex they are. Laugh hysterically after they
answer.
11. Specify tha! t your drive-through! order is "to go".
12. Sing along at the opera.
13. Go to a poetry recital and ask why the poems don't rhyme.
14. Put mosquito netting around your work area. Play a tape of jungle sounds all day.
15. Five days in advance, tell your friends you can't attend their party because you're not in the mood.
16. Have your coworkers address you by your wrestling name, Rock Hard Devon.
17. When the money comes out the ATM, scream "I won!", "I won!" "3rd time this week!!!!!"
18. When leaving the zoo, start running towards the parking lot, yelling "run for your lives, they're loose!!"
19. Tell your children over dinner, "Due to the economy, we are going to have to let one of you go."
20. Put this in all of your profiles.


[My Perfect Guy]
[1.Older or younger?] Older
[2.Tall or short?] Tall
[3.Thin or fat?] neither, built
[4.Long hair or short hair?] long[5.Preferred hair colour?] dark
[6.Preferred eye colour?] Grey
[7.Lips... what should they be like?] dark full kissable peirced
[8.Good boy look or bad boy look?]bad boy all the way!!
[9.A serious look or a funny look?]combonation
[10.Tattoo?] hell yes
[11.Accent or no accent?] i love accents hell ya!!
[12.With or without muscle?]some
[13.Uses hair dye?] whatever he wants
[14.Wears sunglasses?] er...don't...care?
[15.With or without piercing?] WITH,heck yes!
[16.Wears caps?] benies
[17.Mind or body?] both
[18.Wears t-shirts or polo shirts?]wife beeters
[19.Wears loose shorts or body fit shorts?] loose..definately...the easier for me to stick my hand up!
[20.Quiet or Talkative?]Talkative


To Boddah pronounced, Speaking from the tongue of an experienced simpleton who obviously would rather be an emasculated, infantile complained. This note should be pretty easy to understand. All the warnings from the Punk Rock 101 Courses over the years, it's my first introduction to the, shall we say ethics involved with independence and the embracement of your community has been proven to be very true. I haven't felt the excitement of listening to, as well as creating music, along with really writing something for too many years now. I feel guilty beyond words about these things, for example when we're backstage and the lights go out and the manic roar of the crowd begins. It doesn't affect me in the way which it did for say Freddie Mercury, who seemed to love and relish the love and admiration from the crowd, which is something I totally admire and envy. The fact is, I can't fool you, any of you. It simply isn't fair to you, or to me. The worst crime can think of would be to pull people off by faking it, pretending as if I'm having one 100% fun. Sometimes I feel as though I should have a punch-in time clock before I walk out on-stage. I've tried everything within my power to appreciate it, and I do, God believe me, I do, but it's not enough. I appreciate the fact that I, and we, have affected, and entertained a lot of people. I must be one of the narcisists who only appreciate things when they're alone. I'm too sensitive, I need to be slightly numb in order to regain the enthusiasm. But, what's sad is our child. On our last three tours, I've had a much better appreciation of all the people I've known personally, and as fans of our music. But I still can't get out the frustration, the guilt, and the sympathy I have for everybody. There is good in all of us, and I simply love people too much. So much that it makes me feel too fucking sad. The sad little sensitive unappreciative pisces Jesus man! why don't you just enjoy it? I dont know! I have a of a wife who sweats ambition and empathy, and a daughter who reminds me to much of what I use to be, full of love and joy, every person she meets because everyone is good and will do her no harm, and that terrifies me to the point to where I can barely function. I cant stand the thought of Frances becoming the miserable self destructive, deathrocker I become. I have it good, very good, and I'm grateful, but since the age of seven, I've become hateful towards all humans in general. Only because it seems so easy for people to get along and have empathy, EMPATHY. Only because I love and feel for people too much I guess. Thank you from the pit of my burning nauseas stomach for your letters and concern during the last years. I'm too much of a neurotic moody person and I don't have the passion anymore, so remember, it's better to burnout, than fade away. Peace, love, empathy, Kurt Cobain. Frances and Courtney, I'll be at your altar. Please keep going Courtney for Frances for her life which will be so much happier without me. I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU!



my favorite song
      
     JANIS JOPLIN Me & Bobby McGee

Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train
well, I was feelin' nearly as faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained
that rode us all the way to New Orleans
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana
and I was playin' soft while Bobby sang the blues
windshield wipers slappin' time, I was holdin' Bobby's hand in mine
we sang every song that driver knew
freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose
nothin' don't mean nothin' if it ain't free
and feelin' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues
you know, feelin' good was good enough for me
good enough for me and Bobby McGee
from Kentucky coal mines to the California sun
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
through all kinds of weather and through everything we done
I said Bobby, baby, he kept me from the cold
one day up near Salinas, Lord, i let him slip away
he was lookin' for that home, and I hope he finds it
but I'd trade all my tomorrows for one single yesterday
to be holding Bobby's body next to mine
freedom's just another word...
Well I'd call him my lover
I'd call him my man
I said I'd call him my lover just the best I can c'mon
Hey Bobby, no, my bobby mcgee yeah, oh lord, lord lord lord lord lord lorrrdddd
hey hey hey bobby mcgee yeah

NIRVANA Come As You Are

Come
As you are
As you were
As I want you to be
As a friend
As a friend
As a known memory
Take your time
Hurry up
The choice is your
Dont’ be late
Take a rest
As a friend
As a known memory
Memory ah
Memory ah
Memory ah
Come
Doused in mud
Cept in bleach
As I want you to be
As a trend
A a friend
As a known memory ah
Memory ah
Memory ah
Memory ah
And I swear
That I don’t have a gun
No I don’t have a gun
No I don’t have a gun
Memory ah
Memory ah
Memory ah
Memory ah {don’t have a gun}
And I swear
That I don’t have a gun
No I don’t have a gun
No I don’t have a gun
No I don’t have a gun
No I don’t have a gun
{memory ah}
{memory ah}

MARILYN MANSON The Dope Show
The drugs they say
Make us feel so hollow
We love in vain
Narcissistic and so shallow
The cops and queers
To swim you have to swallow
Hate today
There’s no love for tomorrow
We’re all stars now in the dope show
There’s a lot of pretty, pretty ones
That want to get you high
But all the pretty, pretty ones
Will leave you low
And blow your mind
They love you when you’re on all the covers
When you’re not then they love another
The drugs they say
Are made in california
We love your face
We’d really like to sell you
The cops and queers
Make good-looking models
I hate today
Who will I wake up with tomorrow?
There’s a lot of pretty, pretty ones
That want to get you high
But all the pretty, pretty ones
Will leave you low
And blow your mind
They love you when you’re on all the covers
When you’re not then they love another
We’re all stars now in the dope show

SUBLIME Santeria
I don’t practice santeria
I ain’t got no crystal ball.
I had a million dollars but i’d,
I’d spend it all.
If I could find that heina and that sancho that she’s found,
Well I’d pop a cap in sancho and I’d slap her down.
What I really wanna know,
My baby, what I really want to say I can’t define.
Well it’s love,
That I need, oh ,
But my soul will have to,
Wait till I get back and find heina of my own.
Daddy’s gonna love one and all.
I feel the break,
Feel the break,
Feel the break and I got to live it up,
Oh, yea huh, well I swear that i.
What I really wanna know, baby,
What I really want to say I can’t define.
That love make it go,
My soul will have to...
What I really wanna say,
My baby,
What I really wanna say is I’ve got mine.
And I’ll make it, yes, I’m comin’ up.
Tell sanchito that if he knows what is good for him he best go run and hide.
Daddy’s got a new .45.
And I won’t think twice to stick that barrel straight down sancho’s throat.
Believe me when I say that I got somethin for his punk ass.
What I really wanna know, my baby,
What I really wanna say is there’s just one,
Way back,
And I’ll make it, yea,
But my soul will have to wait.
Yea, yea, yea


BEATLES Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds

Picture yourself in a boat on a river,
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly,
A girl with kaleidoscope eyes.
Cellophane flowers of yellow and green,
Towering over your head.
Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes,
And she’s gone.
Lucy in the sky with diamonds.
Follow her down to a bridge by a fountain
Where rocking horse people eat marshmellow pies,
Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers,
That grow so incredibly high.
Newspaper taxis appear on the shore,
Waiting to take you away.
Climb in the back with your head in the clouds,
And you’re gone.
Lucy in the sky with diamonds,
Picture yourself on a train in a station,
With plasticine porters with looking glass ties,
Suddenly someone is there at the turnstyle,
The girl with the kaleidoscope eyes.

  BOB MARLEY Buffalo Soldier
Buffalo soldier, dreadlock rasta:
There was a buffalo soldier in the heart of america,
Stolen from africa, brought to america,
Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival.
I mean it, when I analyze the stench -
To me it makes a lot of sense:
How the dreadlock rasta was the buffalo soldier,
And he was taken from africa, brought to america,
Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival.
Said he was a buffalo soldier, dreadlock rasta -
Buffalo soldier in the heart of america.
If you know your history,
Then you would know where you coming from,
Then you wouldn’t have to ask me,
Who the ’eck do I think I am.
I’m just a buffalo soldier in the heart of america,
Stolen from africa, brought to america,
Said he was fighting on arrival, fighting for survival;
Said he was a buffalo soldier win the war for america.
Dreadie, woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy,
Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy!
Woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy,
Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy!
Buffalo soldier troddin’ through the land, wo-ho-ooh!
Said he wanna ran, then you wanna hand,
Troddin’ through the land, yea-hea, yea-ea.
Said he was a buffalo soldier win the war for america;
Buffalo soldier, dreadlock rasta,
Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival;
Driven from the mainland to the heart of the caribbean.
Singing, woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy,
Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy!
Woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy,
Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy!
Troddin’ through san juan in the arms of america;
Troddin’ through jamaica, a buffalo soldier# -
Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival:
Buffalo soldier, dreadlock rasta.
Woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy,
Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy!
Woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy,
Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy! /fadeout/