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PJ, Doddleberry (( don't ask. )) and Percy-Jacob.

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June 30th

« ι`vε sυяvιvε∂ тнιs ℓoŋg »

20

« gιммε, gιммε »

• Toast
• Honey
• Sketching
• Telling jokes
• Making people smile
• Slaying stuff on Xbox
• Muffins

« ι cαŋ`т sтαŋ∂ ιт »

• Curry
• The cold
• Zombies
• Pink
• Models
• Tomatoes
• Chilli

« αн! тυяи тнє ℓιgнтs σŋ »

• The dark
• Heights
• Love

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• Traveling
• Listening to his iPod
• Reading

« тнεყ`яε αℓωαყs σŋ мყ мιŋ∂ »

My ex.

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Well, I guess some people would say I'm a little crazy, right ? I talk to strangers, I dance like a heffalump in public and openly admit that I'm still into Winnie the Pooh. I mean, c'mon ! Who isn't ? I help people out and do a lot of volounteer work now. I'm never shy at all, I love life and live it to the full, especially after . . . . . . . well, let's not talk about that right now.

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I s'pose you wanna hear my story, huh ? Well, okay. Here goes . . .

I grew up with my Mom in Franklin, Tenessee. Dad left when I was a baby so I've been brought up to be grateful for what I've got. Mom used to help out at health clinics and soup shacks for hobos and I got kinda roped into it. I met some pretty tough people and, sure, not everybody was nice. But it made me thankful for what I had, even though it didn;t seem like much at the time.

Then, when I was about twelve, this guy turned up on our front door and said my Dad had died and left us some stuff. Well, I say some stuff. More like everything he owned. It all got split exactly half way. I got half of his house, his cash and his posessions, and my Mom got the other half. I never really knew him so I wasn't exactly sad about it at the time, but I thought about him a lot after that. What he could've been like and how I wish I could've met him. Mom never really told me much about what she was like, but hey. I've got a pretty decent imagination. I'm sure I got some of it right.

I always had this thing for trying new stuff out. I've been skydiving once and I've been to Russia, Canada, Brazil, South America,Madagascar and Scottland simply by asking the chick at the check-in point where she reccomended. Yes, it cost a fair amount. But Dad's will covered the expenses and I'll probably still be using up the cash in that thing when I'm seventy-three. I volounteered at a kinda rehab for orangutangs in Brazil in my GAP hear, too. Though we were warned not to get too attached to any of them in case . . . Well, you know. I still made friends with this one little guy. Everyone called him Sid and he was blind in one eye so he fell out of trees a lot so, in the end, he had to be hand, reered. And guess who got that job ? Damn straight, I did.

And spending time with that lil' orange monkey really gave me something else to think about. Because, before any of that even happened, I went through my . . . rebellious stage. I was a total jerk, using chicks for sex and abusing the money my Dad left me. Eventually, I met this one girl and she . . . blew me away. I couldn't think about anyone but her, couldn't talk about anyone else, whenever we were appart, I'd be whining at my cell in anticipation of her next phone call or text. I was lovestruck and soon, the casual sex and the all-night drinking jus didn't cut it for me anymore.

I wanted a decent relationship.

No, wait.

I wanted a decent relationship with her.

But, what did she do ? Turn her back and leave me for some other guy. I was heartbroken and swore to myself that I'd never give anyone reason to hurt me in such a way again. Though I may piss about with other chicks and flirt around a bit, my heart remains true to her. The first and only girl I ever loved. And I'm sure thats the way it's gonna stay until I'm six feet under.

Katharine NicolePalmer
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« тнεყ кŋσω мε αs » Kitty
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August 13th
« ι`vε sυяvιvε∂ тнιs ℓoŋg » 20
« gιммε, gιммε »

• Strawberries
• Tattoos
• Fast cars
• Large groups of people
• Rain storms

« ι cαŋ`т sтαŋ∂ ιт » Depressed people

• My parents
• Early mornings
• Lairs
• Bananas

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• Turning into my mother
• Being alone
• Dogs

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• Swimming
• Dancing
• Star gazing

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« σŋε ιŋ α мιℓℓισŋ »I’m a generally affectionate person though some people will claim I’m too affectionate but who cares about them. I’m an in your face, party till dawn kind of girl and I’m up for anything. Normally I avoid drama whenever I can because drama is not any fun at all. Who wants to waste their time worrying about what someone else did when you can let yourself get lost in the sway of the music the heat of the lights and the feel of some other person’s body. Now I will admit that I’m a bit narcissistic but hell I take care of my body and my looks shouldn’t I be proud of them? I don’t care much about what other have to say about me I live my life the way I want.
« sтσrყ σƒ мყ ℓιƒє »Up until I turned thirteen I believed I had the perfect family. My father was the CEO of some major company and he made enough money that my mother never had to work. I was there only child so I pretty much got whatever I asked for. Not that I ever wanted anything to extreme.
I always envied my parents relationship. My mother was so in love with my dad that whenever he had to leave for trips she would cry but my father always remembered to bring her back something lovely from where ever it was he had been too. In my pre teen eyes it was like the happily ever after of a fairy tale.
Want to know something they don’t tell you in fairly tales. Prince Charming is really banging…well just about anyone and the princess is just too much of a door mate to leave him. Yep at thirteen I had caught my dad having an affair, with my mom’s friend of all people. I was so crushed I couldn’t even image how my mother was going to react. Turns out all she did was finish drying off the dish she was holding and told me she would tell him to lock the door next time. What the hell?! Right? I wanted to scream at her. Ever have your entire belief system crash down around you, it changes a person. But at least my high school years got a lot more fun than my middle school years had been.
I had always looked older then my age- go highly developed bodies- but I knew that the older guys who hit on me only wanted one thing. I was holding out for a kind man like my father, well I use to be holding out for a guy like him. I would rather have a man admit that it was just sex then try to lie to me with pretty little words of the future and their feelings. Everyone is out looking for that thrill it just took me awhile to realize that some people lie about it and other are up front an honest.
This life style got a lot easier when I moved out of my parents house at eighteen. I barely talk to them now; though my dad keeps sending me what I can only assume is bribe money to get me to come back. I’m not my mother you can’t lie to me for most of my life, send me some money, and expect me to love you. I can’t stand liars. Not that he even bothered to lie to my mother about his sex life but she let it happen…I’m ranting about them huh?