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Name: Sarah
Country: United States
State: Texas
Birthday: 2/2/1986
Gender: Female
Interests: Animals, Art, Friends, Therianthropy.
Expertise: Art, I suppose. Sculpture is my strong point but drawing is what I do more of.
Message: message me
Member Since:
6/8/2004
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| XANGA IS STILL DUMB TWO YEARS LATER. Do I even still have friends on this? Do I?!
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| i just remembered this website existed! how quaint. i still maintain that livejournal is 9849283 times better than this site. even though i really don't update it much, either. it's funny to look back at my beginning entries on this site and how i whined and whined about working -anywhere-, especially in food, and here i am three years later, having worked at mcalister's for over a year now and i still like it better than anything else. i've changed so much. anyway. i feel dirty typing in this little box, like i'm cheating on LJ. almost all of the people i was friends with who used this site either quit or we don't talk any more. ... mmhmm
so, peace.
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| I love how I update this thing once a YEAR. Everything is good. I work in a deli now, have been for 6 months, and I like it.
THE END
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| HELLO XANGALINGS
I COME IN PEACE.
I don't know why I don't update more .. .. .
But I have shit to do for my final Advanced Fiction Writing portfolio!
Here's the list I made myself.
You need to:
-Write around 15 peer reviews of whatever stories you can find from the class
-Finish Standard Living
-Finish Redrafting The Grey
-Finish the paper about redrafting the grey
-Eat toast
-Mm toast
Dayamn, procrastinating is ass. Don't do it kids.
School's almost out. :O
I'll be done Tuesday and will be in Bedford Thursday night.
Toodles!
...BWAHAHHAHAAHA
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| TRIBUTE TO THE BLACKNESS OF MY HEART: (And Ashton Kutcher):
Seething hate and darkness is my meal
Thou can never understand the pain I feel
My eyeliner runs as I cry
I totally wish I could just die
Alone, alone is all I am
I will not eat green eggs and ham
I sit in the empty kilderkin of my ancestor
His name was ..... Chester
The snow crunches under my heavy feet
My trenchcoat smells of blood and meat
I work as a butcher
I'm in love with Ashton Kutcher
But does he notice me?!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
NO! He is just too blind to see!
O Ashton, my Ashton
I can't control my passion
I rely on your sense of fashion..
... Ashton ...
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