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About Me Member Angelina Jolie Fetishist All-is-Nothing15/Female/United States Recent Activity Deviant for 5 Years
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Devious Journal Entry

Sun Jan 23, 2005, 7:48 PM
So I dont write in here at all anymore, whenever I get the chance I start and then stop because all the shit i should and could right about it pretty worthless. then again what isn't. I'm in one of those Ifeellikeimdead moods tired of crying and being a bitchass because we're over. Who cares. I need to get over it, and I will. hopefully. bye.

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Devious Info

  • Current Residence: Maryland
  • Interests: Everything, music, drums, life.
  • Favourite movie: 13 or American Beauty
  • Favourite band or musician: I've got a lot of them.
  • Favourite genre of music: classic rock, emo, punk, hardcore, screamo, i like it all
  • Favourite artist: a lot of them.
  • Favourite poet or writer: Shakespear.
  • Favourite photographer: not sure.
  • Favourite style of art: I like variety.
  • Operating System: Windows XP
  • MP3 player of choice: cd player is fine for me.
  • Favourite game: Super Smach Borhters.
  • Favourite cartoon character: Elektra.

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My darling, when it comes
down to it...
and the flame is seeping out of you
and igniting the tarmac beside your head
or else the floor, or else the pillow,
none of us is;
or else we all are.

-Margaret Atwood
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welcome. good job on the pic!

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This is where we both go numb now.
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hi melissa!!! its courtney! yay. :D
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hey! how are you?

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This is where we both go numb now.
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Thankyou so much for the :+fav:!! I'm glad you liked it enough to do so!

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missed the warning
missed the vein
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memlissa! *gasp*

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My darling, when it comes
down to it...
and the flame is seeping out of you
and igniting the tarmac beside your head
or else the floor, or else the pillow,
none of us is;
or else we all are.

-Margaret Atwood

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