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Tue Jul 28, 2009, 8:55 AM
  • Mood: Eager
  • Listening to: Shiny Toy Guns
  • Reading: Angels and Demons, Waiter Rant
Well I looked over all of my poetry in devart last night. I feel like maybe I should start writing again. But there's no motivation like there was. My problems feel way... I don't know, way bigger? I'm not worried about my mom being stuck, or the boy I love not loving my back.
Now I'm worried about money. lol. And school. Things that are not quite so eloquent in poetry.

Anyway, so yesterday I discovered a minefield of zits on my chin. Like right below my lip and above my chin, in that little area. It's brutal! So I spent like, twenty minutes trying to pop an almost black head, and then the thing that finally came out was solid in nature. It was solid.

Does that ever happen to you?! Shit!

Anyway, I hope everyone is well..

I must go now though. There's about 19 more pustuals on my face for me to pop.

Cheerio.

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Jesus, I'm soooo bored. So what are you listening to now?

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Hey!

Just wanted to drop by to say "Happy HoLidays"!

Have a great time with those that mean the most to you.

:hug:

Best Wishes,

Jess :blowkiss:

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PeopLe are Like stained-gLass windows. They sparkLe and shine when the sun is out; but when the darkness sets in their true beauty is reveaLed onLy if there is a Light inside.-ELisabeth kubLer-ross
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:iconchinaroses:
Hey!

Just wanted to drop by to say "Happy HoLidays"!

Have a great time with those that mean the most to you.

:hug:

Best Wishes,

Jess :blowkiss:

--
PeopLe are Like stained-gLass windows. They sparkLe and shine when the sun is out; but when the darkness sets in their true beauty is reveaLed onLy if there is a Light inside.-ELisabeth kubLer-ross
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Hey!

How are you? And what have you been up to?

I just wanted to drop by and say thankyou for watching me - your support means a Lot!

:glomp:

Jess

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PeopLe are Like stained-gLass windows. They sparkLe and shine when the sun is out; but when the darkness sets in their true beauty is reveaLed onLy if there is a Light inside.-ELisabeth kubLer-ross
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The plaid rocks!!! :P
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Thanks for adding me to your :+devwatch:!

Jess

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PeopLe are Like stained-gLass windows. They sparkLe and shine when the sun is out; but when the darkness sets in their true beauty is reveaLed onLy if there is a Light inside.-ELisabeth kubLer-ross
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HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!

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