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J'ai oublié presque toute ma francais, et il piss ma off. Alors, quelle domage. Fromage est cheese, c'est insane. Ouvre la fenetre. Aujourdhui je suis tres tired et je voudrais dormir. Voulez vous coucher avec moi? On y va. Je t'aime ma petite chous-chous. Sourir? La Plume de ma tante.
from plume
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4:37 am - Thursday,September 1, 2005
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I was like reading your entry and stuff and I was like thinking "daym I wish she woulda posted a picture of that costume" and then I got like to the end of the entry and there was like a picture and I was all "woohoo" and it was cool. ...would it be inappropriate if I said it was hot? I'm a guy, that's my defense. If I had gone I would have dressed up as the snake, it would have been a theme.
from plume
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4:07 am - Thursday,March 31, 2005
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got here by way of plume's guestbook... just thought you'd like to know that belle and sebastian are actually from scotland. welp, have a nice day.
from emily
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9:05 pm - Wednesday,September 8, 2004
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really an excellent site
and great layout,
i'll be back...
greetz from vienna/austria
and stay creative !!
from georg
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5:04 am - Friday,September 3, 2004
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Willingly I let go of the structure and reference grid of my past life and became fully receptive to change. I was also aware that during my absence, the lives of all those I left behind wouldn't stop with time, but that they too would grow and change. I knew that my journey was full of risks. One of the risks of leaving home is that home will never be the same home you go back to. I knew that with this journey I would be opening possibilities of potential danger, inner conflict and struggle. It would be the time where I would meet my worst fears and confront them. In addition, I also knew I would go up against what has previously prevented me from hearing my soul's voice and from living a life of compassion and happiness.
from myself again
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8:12 pm - Thursday,September 2, 2004
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Dont you just love it when people unexpecdedly sign your guestbook? me too. ZZdagwood
from dagwood
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9:09 pm - Wednesday,August 11, 2004
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I forgot to copy the sentence, but you know what Im talking about. Why the fuck are you so sad? Why dont you talk to me about this shit? I hate not knowing, I cant be helpless in your life anymore. I cant stand watching you fall apart from a distance. I love you.
from Amanda
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0:27 am - Friday,May 28, 2004
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Hey... what is your email??? I can't find it on your page cuz.. i don't know... i'm retarded or somethin'. oh and i'm in greece right now goin to college in case ou were wondering
from Tommy
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6:07 am - Wednesday,May 12, 2004
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Never argue w/ an idiot. They drag you down to their level & then beat you w/ experience.
from myself
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7:58 pm - Tuesday,April 6, 2004
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Hallo love, sorry I havent read lately and didnt respond to the aaron question until now. I dont know if you are falling too fast, I dont know if you are a rebound. I dont know the boy at all. But I think youre a big girl and can handle it. It doesnt matter that much anyway, youre leaving soon. Just enjoy it, dont worry about what it is. Im at home, didnt go to school, you know this. You should tell Cedric all that though, he needs to learn that your passionate love for him never really existed. I wonder if he got into Stanford, if he goes there, youre going to Reed, if hes not, youre going to Stanford. Bam, I just made your choice for you. Love you darling.
from Amanda
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4:36 pm - Thursday,April 1, 2004
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