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Name: [Emily]
Gender: Female
Interests: Shakin' Hips, Bustin' Lips, Brass Knuckles, Knife Fights. Bitches get stiches. Killin' Bitches, Blowin' Kisses music wise: [My Chemical Romance] [The Blood Brothers] [The Locust] [Chinese Stars] [Moving Units] [Antioch Arrow] [Holy Molar] [Some Girls] [Tiger Army] [Camera Obscura] [And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead] [Cap'n jazz] [Q and Not U] [Mars Volta] [Owls] [These Arms Are Snakes]
Expertise: Where's Waldo master
Occupation: Artist
Message: message me
AIM:  InLoveWithJettts
Member Since:
12/12/2002
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| New xanga... go to it and prepare to be amazed
And you all better freakin subscribe to it!
www.xanga.com/TheApocalypseCabaret
This xanga has treated me good over the past 2 years, but the time for change is now | | |
| I think I'm done with xanga
Not forever.... just for a while
No one comes here anymore
No one reads this
It's a waste of time really
So until people start coming back
And once things get better for me
Maybe I'll think about restarting this damn thing up
But this may be the last entry
A little persuasion could do the trick though
P.S. Buy the new Blood Brothers CD on Tuesday or suffer, fool.
now leaving this off with Cursive lyrics:
I wake alone, in a woman's room I hardly know.
I wake alone- and pretend that I am finally home.
The room is littered with her books and notebooks.
I imagine what they say, like, 'Shoo fly, don't bother me,'
And i can hardly get myself out of her bed.
for fear of never lying in this bed again.
Oh christ, I'm not that desperate. Oh no- oh god- I am.
How'd I end up here to begin with? I don't know.
Why do I start what I can't finish?
Oh please, don't barrage me with questions to all those ugly answers.
My ego's like my stomach- it keeps shitting what I feed it.
But maybe I don't want to finish anything anymore..
maybe I can wait in bed 'til she comes home. and whispers.
"you're in my web now - I've come to wrap you up tight 'til it's time to bite down."
I wake alone in a woman's room I hardly know.
I wake alone - and pretend that I am finally home.
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| dude... if one more person in school likes my chemical romance, im going to slit my fucking wrists
i kid, i wouldnt do that
i dont want to be like them anyways [oh faced]
go to hell, mindless bitches
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| Weekend thus far has been a grand one at that.
Last Night: Went to the cocaplex with Wickey, Sarah, and Fiona. Went to Froggies and we all ordered Grilled cheese off of the kid's menu. Wickey got hit on by these guys outside the perk. It was fun times.
Today: Went to Philly with Fiona. Fiona rocked this super awesome Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles sweater. Went to South Street, spent large amounts of money on cds. Looked at stipper shoes. Some guy walked by me and said "That girl was wearing a Locust shirt, that just made my freakin day." Then got in the car and eventually got to King Of Prussia. Bought an aaawwweeesssome Pretty Girls Make Graves shirt. Was stuck in a Sanrio store with Fiona for like 45 minutes. meh. No matter today was still muy killer.
And Now I'm Home.
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| oh whats that? my birthday is like 5 days (29th)!? wow, too bad no one knows.
at least im garaunteed to get turquoise chucks for my birthday. hot damn.
next saturday goin down to philly for birthday presents.
hmm... what shall i get? I was thinking a Moving Units CD, the new These Arms Are Snakes CD and many, many more. ooh la la, im so excited i can barely contain myself.
I'm allowed to take someone down with me... who wants to go?
eenie, meanie, minie, mo; catch a tiger by the toe....
comment right this second or i will be heartbroken, fool.
"Let's Do This Like A Prison Break, I Want To See You Scream And Shake"
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