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I am an Experimental Photographer
Bailey
14/Female/United States
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Mood: Listening To:Fuck the System-System of a Down
YOU GANNA READ THIS?! Cause you don't have to~
Oh my gawd. So, I like to type, a lot. I think it's fun and it keeps me entertained. Small things entertain small minds, right? Right. So, I'm wondering if I just keep typing whats going on in my head, will people still read this? No. They wouldn't give a shit.
Oh my god. He sounds like a chicken in this song. Just in the beginning after the solo thingy, or whatever the fuck you wanna call it.
Oh my oh my, some sad song is being played on the television, and I know I've heard it somewhere, I just don't know the name, or they lyrics, or who wrote the song.
Peter picked a something something something something. Pointing finger...? WHY? I-E-A-I-A-I-O~ when I try and sing this song, it just makes me sound like I have down syndrome, and I just don't sound to pleasant. Oh, I thought I typed "peasant" but then I looked back and realized that I didn't.
Icicle stretching! Bicycle shoestrings!
I was in a really good mood today. So good it felt like I was on CRACK or something. I don't even know what was up with me, but it was nice. For the past...Eeee...Ffff...G! Um, few weeks or so, I've been...not myself I guess? Just not too wonderfully happy. But that's probably because I didn't feel well, and everybody has periods of time when they just feel so "down in the dumps" so to speak.
Well, I appear to be getting bitched at to get off the computer so my dad can get on and check on his virtual fishes or something. I think he's got a little aquarium full of little pixelated fishes.
SO. I couldn't type everything that was running through my head because well, my thoughts run away too quickly and my fingers only glide across the keyboard so fast. Ha, not like anybody could even type down their every single though, word for word because we all forget shit. Probably not as quickly as me, because you see, I have the memory span of a goldfish. I think they only have like a three second memory span anyways. Wouldn't that suck? You blink and you'd just stop breathing because you forgot how to.
WOO HOO!
Kay, bye. I'll uh, write tomorrow. You really didn't have to read all this, but it's oh so nice of you. Ha, I'd love to read your comments.
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i cannot cry, because i know that's weakness in your eyes
i'm forced to fake, a smile, a laugh everyday of my life
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Live Every moment like it was the last .
Dance4life
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Live Every moment like it was the last .
Dance4life
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I appreciate all
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All are welcome!
Your gallery is great
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I appreciate all
Currently running kiriban: 4000 pageviews! [prize=feature]
All are welcome!
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i cannot cry, because i know that's weakness in your eyes
i'm forced to fake, a smile, a laugh everyday of my life
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