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[03 Jan 2006|01:05am] |
ooh___a new year.
for new years i went to amanda r.'s and layed it down with the jager& crown royal!!! mmM you know
but after it was 2006 it started getting crazy....
i dropped my phone in a mixed drink....then later i tried to fix it but i just threw it on the ground and it broke in half
:***(
someone lit a m_80 in the living room
and we knew it was time to head to zachs to see nash. so we did.
whats up, bitches?
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| the red one |
[11 Dec 2005|10:07pm] |
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everyone who is a friend of ben carlton: call & leave him a message about how much you love him____right now.
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| oh hell yeah holla |
[16 Nov 2005|11:39pm] |
i havent been on livejournal in forever. but help me out here
name 5 controversial subject that 6 people can argue about in a group discussion/debate.
PLEASEEEEEEEE.
its for night school @ pcc.
holla
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| and___i cut my curls off |
[25 Sep 2005|02:28am] |
ok, WOW.
this is what its like for jessica p. to not have curls anymore:
 me and lora smith... i mean what?
 according to zach F i look like the fanta girl
 gettin dat...
on a scale of one to ten, my haircut is a ____
but on me, its a ____?????
no but seriously guys, what do you think______[comment]
____holla
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[21 Sep 2005|11:21am] |
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so did anyone know that david's in jail?
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| “FEMA has told us we cannot take the pets” |
[08 Sep 2005|12:12am] |
so Hurricane Katrina hit New Orleans, right?
The paper today said that peopel are being ordered to evacuate, and will be arrested if they don't.
FEMA apparantly is telling families that they cannot take one cat or one single dog on the boats they are evacuating in.
Chapter 14, Section 102.1(A)(1)(d) of Louisiana’s Revised Statutes, is
what Louisiana signed years ago, saying that if a person abandons an
animal, that they can be charged with cruelty to animals. so why__the
fuck____are they allowed to violate the rules?
This pisses me off.
at least we can rely on PETA to attempt to do their part. they have emergency crews rescuing animals.
so, if you care about animals at all...let's give mr. brown some shit:
The Honorable Michael Brown
Under Secretary of Homeland Security for Emergency Preparedness and Response
500 C St. S.W.
Washington, DC 20472
202-646-3900
202-646-3930 (fax)
FEMAOPA@dhs.gov
p.s.___the government always fucks us over.
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| let's play russian roulette |
[03 Sep 2005|10:09pm] |
new leader of the n00dzcr3w is:
bMilla Killa______by popular demand.
for a visual, please contact me, through aIM, mmm euphoria mmm
holla atcha girl, jessica p.
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| you know how me + karla do |
[11 Aug 2005|02:38pm] |
the crew
my boy____aint he cute?
karla and her girl_______-
taking care of lake parker. and cleanin up the roads. can you say_________we care? oho niggor, we care.
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| jeff klapatch is resting in peace |
[03 Aug 2005|11:49pm] |
its hard when your friend's lives come to an end. i first realized this a year ago when my first friend died, mike makayla. ironically, it was a year ago today that he died. so i woke up crying and fell back asleep, only to be awaken with a call that sent me back into depressing____i learned that over the night jeff had died, in the motorcycle accident. im crushed, as im sure many people are. but you know what? if you really knew jeff, old school jeff, it hearts for your heart to beat. but as much as it hurts, i know im lucky. to have had such a friendship with such an amazing person.
what i realize, after the death of mike, justin smith a few months after, and then devon on thursday and now jeff... is that life should be cherished. shame on you for fucking leaving a situation in harsh words or harsh feelings. you should always say goodbye in good thought, because you dont know when your life will be over.
all 4 of my friends that have died in these past few years... their souls are at rest. they dont have to deal with earthly drama, lakeland, emotions. i like to believe that they're beyond that, in a different state of mind. out of body. not necessarily heaven/hell shit. just gone. it hurts, but you know what? everything happens for a reason, as hard as that is to believe. now maybe nobody will drink and drive. maybe people will think before they react.
i loved the hell out of that boy. i cant belive ben carlton cant hear about it right now. and as soon as jeff has a permanent place to sleep, the old crew - justin k, frank, benicus, rick, toni, me, and jeff are going to share a hot+ready.
rest in peace jeff, devon, justin, and mike. i love you all, and i always will. the memories are always with me, through tears and smiles.
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| josh white telling me a bedtime story_____ |
[19 Jul 2005|03:40am] |
arrr imma pirate: Okay, so once upon a time there was this girl named Jessica P. and she was chillin' at her house in Florida, under her AC like every other resident. But see Jessica P was a rasta. and she wanted to smoke some weed. so she gets up, and calls her homeboy, and tells him to get her some of that fiiiiiiireass criptonight. and she is on the way out the door when it begins to rain. nothing out of the normal, for Florida. So she keeps on strutting her stuff because shes Jessica P, and she don't give a fuck dawg. well.. she makes it down the road, a little bit, and it starts to rain heavier and heavier until Jessica can't see 3 feet infront of her. and before long, she finds herself having to swim through the street, instead of actually walking and before long, she's just floating, completely lost. so she starts treading water, when all of a sudden this peice of a windmill washes up to her! so she gets on it, because her arms are all tired and shit, because she's got that smokers lung and she passes out. and the next thing she knows, she is getting poked in the stomach by some crazy looking black dude. she kinda freaks out at first...but then the black guy shoves something burning in her face, and she tries to focus her eyes. She then realizes that it's a spliff, and that the crazy black dude has dreads, and that she wasn't in florida anymore. she had washed up on the shores of Jamaica!!!! And she lived happily ever after in the fields of marijuana, with the rastafarian's.
and bob sledding.
[fucking sweet, huh]
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| my essay for comp I |
[18 May 2005|11:55pm] |
all names in this story are completely by coincidence. (i swear) The title is Euphoria.
I was so angry. No. Angry isn’t the word, it doesn’t even come close. At some point, the anger mutates into rage. I was exasperated. Why do some people feel invincible? Where do they get off thinking that they can talk about everyone’s business, with no repercussions? My face was blotchy and a little sweaty from stressing out. Probably because in the back of my head, all I could hear was Lora Smith running her big mouth. This was getting out of hand. I had to do something about it. “I have to teach her once and for all.” I thought to myself frantically.
Since I was too distracted to do absolutely anything at all, even brush my teeth, I had a friend drive me to Lora’s work to settle this once and for all. On the way, I gnawed at my nails and fumbled my hands, nervous deep inside. I was sort of dreading this. I had decided, with apprehension, that I needed to go directly to her work to confront her, nowhere else, definitely not over the phone. I was so tense I could actually feel torture inside each of my tiny bones. If I hit her, would she hit me back, and break my little bones? I could also feel the excited feeling rushing in and out of my body. I was torn in two on this one. I had always been peaceful and kind, but this time, Lora Smith had gone too far. The fury I was stuck with was proof enough for me.
This was it; we were at our final destination. She was already outside, sitting halfway in her car. I must admit after seeing her, I was still a little bit scared. After all, she was considerably wider and taller than me. I managed to take a deep breath and walked straight up to her, slowly but steadily. I immediately started running my mouth, addressing all the anger that had built up inside of me, because of her. Conveniently, she had no argument except “That’s not true, I didn’t… What are you talking about?, etc.” I was gutsy, confident, and nasty-because that’s exactly how I felt. I stopped paying attention to what she was even saying, and stared at her annoying face for about a minute before becoming thoroughly disgusted. My hands turned into fists as she watched me. She had obviously been drinking on her break. I could smell beer on her breath. I wondered again if she would hit me back. I secretly started to panic. The rage I felt overpowered the scared feeling. I couldn’t forget – this was the moment of truth. So, I acted on instinct. I was looking at her , with her cleft chin & dirty blonde hair when I finally reached back and wound up, almost hitting the person behind me. My vision went red; the only thing I was thinking about at the time was knocking her block off. I released my arm and I hit her. I punched her in the jaw. The outcome was a girl in a pool of her own blood, which left me with bloody knuckles. However, it was not my blood. “Now try to talk shit.” I told her. My awareness was still at its peak, hands up, and ready to fight. After all, that is why I hit her. She didn’t hit me back, just put her hand up to her mouth and felt the blood. All her face held was a blank stare. I knew right then, that she wasn’t even going to TRY to hit me back. I was amazed. I was truly baffled.
For a few minutes, I just stood there thinking. I was filled with relief. It was like I had finally gotten around to burying the body of someone I had murdered, except maybe a little less intense. I had never intended on permanently damaging her in any way. I just wanted her to stop running her mouth, really. She never listened to me, though. She wasn’t talking right now, was she? I realized how lucky I felt at that moment. Then, I reminded myself that I had skills. I felt like a champion. I was a champion. I walked away feeling very victorious.
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[04 Mar 2005|09:29pm] |
my phone broke in half so_______i lost all the numbers in it. so call my cell phone and leave a message with your name and number______________________-670-5818
holla atcha girl
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[20 Feb 2005|07:04pm] |
how about last night i went to the reggaeFest with brooke m. and zach and it was SO SWEET.
it feels TOO good to be a rastafarian.
______________holla atcha girl.
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[10 Feb 2005|02:59pm] |
dear diary________ today i had a really bad fucking day. i woke up_______late to school, hit a car in the ass (just barely) because i was too busy enjoying a box of candy and i had my eyes closed _____JACKASS________________________________ and then when i got to school, i got send home suspended for telling trying to trick the teacher into thinking i started my period for the first time ever, when i was late. then i came home. now i have to go take a drug test with my p.o. ________________________________sucks to be me.
holla atcha girl.
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[07 Feb 2005|10:47am] |
everyones breaking edge and i LOVE watching it hehe
keep up the good work gangstas
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[30 Jan 2005|09:19pm] |
for my photography 2 class i have to take victorian pictures_________- ive decided to take victorian prostitute pictures.... so i need a skinny person____preferably a girl, to pose in lingerie.
any volunteers?
call my cell phone tomorrow__________670-5818
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