tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11484377548047033482012-02-16T11:25:47.474-08:00The ramblings of a QUEEN... Or so she thinks.JustAGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05279791556304448304noreply@blogger.comBlogger701100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1148437754804703348.post-61917393278765335652011-07-22T22:31:00.000-07:002011-07-23T16:02:30.110-07:00

Well Hellooo there "Novice Creep"! If you're here it's probably because you saw our YouTube video on the rules to #Creepin and need a little more guidance. I hear ya partner, creepin ain't easy. If you've already attempted Creepin and weren't successful, [See #CreepDefeat] that's because there are a lot of components that go into becoming a #CreepGod and some of them have to do more with

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Yeah, I know. It's been a while. So what? I been busy. You know, with life. Let me just say that as a night owl, sometimes your nights bleed into your days and RedBull doesn't help the situation. If you are wondering why I'm even talking about this, it's because this is what has happened today/yesterday. I'm cracked out on a case of RedBull and ready to write a fucking blog. They say as you get

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OK. So I totally left the Modeling place. Never went back. Nope. Hate those MF'ers with a passion and wish the deepest of pains and misery on their spawns. They disgust me. I was having fun for a few months playing into the whole, "I'm sooo much better than you" vibe they had going on there. Then one day like catching a whiff of a rotting carcass I woke up and realized what a douche bag I had

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Soo many posts to write, sooo little time. I will try to update in the coming weeks as sooo much has changed! :)

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Above.. Not Alejandro, But Close Christian Children's Fund I have an illegitimate Mexican son named Alejandro. Was he the result of a torrid affair with a hot-blooded Latin man? Sadly, no. Alejandro came to me through the Christian Children’s Fund. You know those commercials where the old pervy guy wearing kakis and birkenstocks tells you that for the cost of a cup of coffee a day, you can help

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Dear whatever the fuck your name is-I truly feel your pain. Not only do you work part-time at one of the biggest retail franchises in the world still legally promoting "slave labor" and dependance on welfare; but on the day we had our "encounter", it also seems that earlier in the shift, you had shit your pants. I was sure that because of your nearly non-existant wages and embarrassingly small

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To the women who work in my office… I hate youGirl with the bright blonde weave who works in reception- I don’t know how you got your job, you are so uneducated it makes me sick. Did you graduate grammar school? I think I would respect you more if the answer to that is no. I want to throw a rock at your face every time I walk by when you are answering the phone and you say something like ‘who you

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Dear Mrs:In just over a month, you will be my sons' Grade 4th teacher. He is ever so excited to be under your tutelage. Why, since the last day of kindergarten, entering your class was all he could talk about. He gleefully thrust a piece of paper into my hand on that June afternoon, and said, “Here’s a list of the stuff I need for school next September!”And I have to admit, I, too, was excited. I

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So I've stepped out for a bit. Forgot to blog. I should have. But I didnt. So SUE me. Turns out I got this "gig" at this modeling place. Worked at one before, just not quite like this. I prayed for this job. PRAYED. For those who know me you know I never really pray for anything. Except another breath every once in a while when Im in the car with someone who's driving a little too fast, or

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To Whom It May Concern- I’ve been gone. I’m sorry. I’d tell you where I’ve been, if I knew. I’d like nothing more than to know where I’ve been and what I’ve done. I’d like to pull my brain out through my ear, pop it in the DVD player, sit on the couch with you, a vodka-redbull and a bowl of popcorn and see what happened; see the things my brain is busy blocking out. Or maybe it’s the vodka that

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For those who already have children past this age, this is hilarious. For those who have children nearing this age, this is a warning. For those who have not yet had children, this is birth control. The following came from an anonymous mother in Austin, TX. Things I've learned from my children:A king size waterbed holds enough water to fill a 2,000 sq. foot house 4 inches deep. If you spray hair

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Just fucking stop. All of you. You, old man with the cart full of groceries. You will die before you scan all of those groceries. And you, mother of seven bratty children, who are running and screaming while you search and search for the code for broccoli. They put the code right on the fucking vegetable, you know! And especially you, group of obnoxious teenagers, who loiter around the machines

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The Tax Man cummethWill Trade Tax Service for Sexual Favors - m4wReply to: anon-628263@craigslist.orgDate: 2009-03-04, 1:45PM ESTI do your taxes and you give me sexual favors. Fair trade. Write for more details.Karizmatic wrote:I got my W2 and a 1099 in the mail today and I hardly know what to do with them. I don't know my way around those confusing tax forms nearly as well as I know my way

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Them Bitches is CrazyPigeons annoy the crap out of me. You'll just be sitting on a park bench, trying to enjoy a nice turkey sandwich and before you know it you're swarmed by them. They look at you, side-eyed, and mock you. They scream Hoorlooorloorl - which is the sound a pigeon makes. And with each step they bob their heads. Which leads me to believe that pigeons are byproducts of South

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"Sally"I know I’m an asshole for emailing but I want to be honest. You asked where your CD’s went, and I told you I didn’t know. But I do know. I destroyed them. At least all the Bread and Dan Fogelberg CDs, same with the Air Supply and Wham. It’s been almost 2 months and I swear i couldn’t take it anymore.I tried to overlook the truth, that you have the worst taste in music of anyone I’ve ever

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Dear Stalker- Although you and I have not met (to my knowledge), our relationship seems to have blossomed over the past few days. Not only have you graduated from months of calling private and not saying anything, to actually belching into the phone, but I think I have figured you to be female from gauging the force used and frequency in which you can. Not that there are 'girly burps' or 'manly

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Another 100% REAL post (as always) and conversation with a REAL freak. The things people will agree to!! WTF? Are there ANY normal men left out there?? Fucking CraigsList...Can crabs surive in snow?$1000 TO CUM INSIDE YOU TONIGHT - m4w - 35Reply to: anon-69721734@craigslist.orgDate: 2009-03-25, 4:49PM ESTNo games. I am totally serious. Will donate $1000 if I can cum inside you with no protection.

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Dear Sir/madam/automated telephone answering service:Having spent the past twenty minutes waiting for someone at Pasco police station to pick up a telephone I have decided to abandon the idea and try e-mailing you instead. Perhaps you would be so kind as to pass this message on to your colleagues in Pasco by means of smoke signal, carrier pigeon or ouji board. As I'm writing this e-mail there are

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Toad Tap Dance While doing some spring cleaning last year, I came across a tiny toad, that for sake of this post, (and the toads family...) I have cleverly changed his name to 'frog-miester'. For those readers that know me particularly well you may or may not have heard me talk about him from time to time. Over the past year, I have repeatedly saved him from my terribly mean cat Scootahs'

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Wednesday, April 01, 2009 "Ryde Or Die" I have been getting hate mail and all kinds of bullshit since switching offices, and I'm fucking OVER IT. I have been nothing but nice to each and every person I have met, and get nothing but shit for it. I opened my heart and been REAL with people, only to have it used against me. I have stuck by people for the the long haul just to get shafted in an

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Friday, April 03, 2009 Me, Myself, and WTF? Last night was the finale of "Make Me a Supermodel". Yes, I've spent the last 13 weeks watching this show, which was less like a show and more like a bad accident where I just couldn't turn my head away no matter how grotesque it became. Like your typical reality program, week by week, one of these stunning, vacuous people was told, "I'm sorry, but

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Saturday, April 04, 2009 Letter To The 7-11 Manager Who Added Me To The "Banned for Life" List Dear 7-11 Manager, You should really post a sign reading, "Do not drink directly from the nozzle" on your Slurpee machine if that is your store policy. Thanks, Jess

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Saturday, April 04, 2009 Assault With a Deadly Sausage Those are 5 words I love to hear in the evening. This shit right here sounds like the flimsy plot of a gay porn movie. It's not, but you can still make it extra sexy by taking off your pants, snuggling up to an 8-inch pork sausage and imagining the "bow chicka bow bow" song playing in the background. 21-year-old Antonio Vasquez was arrested

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Wednesday, March 04, 2009 Fake Ass Friends I been thinking alot as of late. Thinking about decisions Ive made and where they've taken me. Thinking about people I know I now and the ones I left behind. Thinking about how much Ive changed and how Ive forgotten [lost] myself in the midst of everything. Its amazing how one event can trigger such strong emotion and regret, such happiness and sadness

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Saturday, April 04, 2009 Working Out CAN Be Bad For You WORK OUT PLANNEDSwimLift weightsGo home WORK OUT NOT PLANNEDEnter Locker RoomTell stranger I like her sweat jacketEnd up with strangers business card and an offer to be part of a shopping ponzi schemeChange into swim suitClose lockerClimb 37 stairs to get to poolPut on GogglesGoggles BreakClimb down 37 stairs to locker roomOpen LockerPut on

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Dear sir, While on vacation here in Mexico, My partner and I noticed we dont fit in like we should. There are too many Spanish people. The receptionist speaks Spanish. The food is Spanish. The store owners are Spanish. The hotel we're staying at is sporting 'Spanish tiles'. The Police officers are not labeled as so. Rather, "Federales". This could get confusing to someone like me. We hear Spanish

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[[Chorus: Sammie]] Baby you know that I miss you I wanna get with you tonight but I cannot babygirl And that's the issue Girl you know I miss you I just wanna kiss you But I can't right now so baby kiss me thru the phone (kiss me thru the phone) I'll see you later on.. Kiss me thru the phone (kiss me thru the phone) See you when I get home [[Verse: Soulja Boy]] Baby, I know that you like me You

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Watch Live everyday 10 am to 10 pm EST. Im addicted. Its hilarious at times.. Watch them get cussed out and them making sales. A true boiler room! Hopefully they arent calling you!! Hahah. But anyway, I came across it by accident and cant stop watching. Heheheh.

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For those of you who dont know me heres a lil about me.. A "get to know me blog" of sorts. Im in a blogging mood and so here goes... I'm a dreamer. I have a job. I sleep an obnoxious amount. I play a lot of video games. I'm rude. I bite my nails. I love money. I own too many pairs of shoes. I'm addicted to lip gloss. I have tattoos/piercings, but I'm not a trendy faggot. I like being an asshole.

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And I thought I was a heathen.

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So I feel like I havent blogged for like, EVER..(I havent since OCTOBER, my god where have the months gone?) lol. ..Yet for some reason, I feel I NEED to. Its wierd. Must be theraputic. Sad thing is, I dont know what to fucking blog about. Yeah I know, two thumbs down! One from Siskel and the other from that dead Ebert guy. My blogs have been weak sauce lately anyway. So who gives a fuck, right?

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Watch for this monster.. he wants to take your cookie.

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A couple of months ago.. Id say around six or so, My BF and I bought a very expensive puppy for my BFs parents because thiers had recently died. There was some discrepancy on whether or not they had wanted the dog because it was very active and they were loking for a different breed. I had put up something asking anyone if they wanted to buy it because I couldnt bear the thought of giving it to

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So Im contemplating deleting my myspace account. I came online today to check my messages and such and I had a message from a seemingly "new" branch of myspace called 'myspace safety and security'. The message stated that one of my pictures I had recently uploaded to my account (into a photo album only I can see BTW) was in violation of the terms of use of myspace and they took the liberty of

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Everyone has seen the infamous "owned", "pwned", or FAIL pics on the net. They're the kind of pics where some random, unsuspecting idiot has something terrible or ridiculously funny happen to them. Others may be where they try something new and FAIL miserably. (those happen to be my favorite, actually. lol) For those of you that havent seen them, here are a few examples.. But then you come

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Id like to know how getting drunk to the point of obliteration became a "rite of passage" for fraternity boys nationwide. When one thinks of a "frat boy" automatically a picture comes to mind of some red-faced, muscle-bound dude screaming WHOOO and YEAH like fifty times in a two minute period. Some other dude smashing a beer can flat to his veiny forehead and another doing a keg stand in the

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While surfing the "things that make you go.. what the fuck?" section of the web, I came across an instruction manual for (from what I gather) RETARDS on how one should handle thier baby... I was immediately very concerned that there are people out there that should need such instruction. I also wondered where these people may be because I hope to never move into that section of town when I

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I have a bit of a dilemma. I thought Id blog about it since this seems to be the only place that I can get things off my chest without getting into a screaming match with someone. So here goes.. I have an ex- boyfriend. (Obviously) Dont we all? I was with this guy for quite some time and our relationship was anything but smooth. Nonetheless, it seemed like no matter how many times we broke

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While perusing the "Good Lord, NOOOO!" aisle of the supermarket, I came across the atrocity known as Dolores Brand Pickled Pork Rinds. These are not the crunchy pork rinds you'll often see over by the chips. These are their grosser, soggier, potentially botulism-ier cousins.The label says "Ready to Eat." They left off "By Dumb-Asses."There is also a red starburst proudly proclaiming "Nuevo Envase

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If you are easily offended or a devout christian... I suggest you do not read this. Otherwise... ENJOY!!!April 28, 2008 by GodPrepare thyself, he who reads this, to tremble and quake before the Incredible Word of God, as written by THE LORD HIMSELF!In this entry I will focus My Divine Rage on a species of human I have long hated – cops.Their very existence is evil in My Sight because Only I, the

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Current mood: blah*Bonus* August Rant: I shit gold bricks and your mom's a shoddy truckstop whore...so go fuck yourself...Mmmm. Im sure we can see where this is going. Hahah. Here goes the usual Disclaimer...blah blah blah ... If youre easily offended LEAVE. Turn off your computer. Close your laptop. Go cry yourself to sleep. Kill yourself. I could really give a fuck less. Do what you need to

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Current mood: bored So Im sitting here, bored out of my mind.. Thinking about what the fuck I want to do with my life.. when I had a metal block and decided to write a blog. I always see all these updates on other peoples spaces talking about how thier life has changed (YIPEE!) and all kinds of woes and sorrows and I realized... I have never even put anything up about myself except a

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So Im sitting here, browsing profiles, and it dawns on me.. I fuckin hate fat hoes. Please, for the love of God, if anyone is with me on this, comment this m*ther-f*cking post. I feel like Im alone here...I'm sure there has been one "bigger girl" (to be politically correct) you've known in your life that was definately on the loose end when it came to morals. I mean, yeah guys found them

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Current mood: nauseatedI'm really in a bad mood, so Ill prolly say more than a few rude things during the course of this... For every guy/girl out there, there is at least one female they would like nothing better than to give her both barrels when it comes to telling her exactly how you feel, angry even hate if she is really that bad. Why? Well you have your reasons and I have mine, but lets

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1. Is it cute when guys kiss you on your forehead? I love it!2. A big poofy dress or a short party dress? Depends on where Im going. I like the short poofy dresses, actually.3. What would you do if you received a long love letter? Ive recieved a few, and I would keep it forever!4. Group dates or single dates? Single dates for sure! I like the group dates every once and awhile though.5. Do you

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I am on here to catch up with old friends and keep in touch with current onesDo not add me to advertise for your band, your clothing line, your company, or any other facet of your wannabe stardom, I will not be a poppet for your career,I will not be your Billboard.Do not add me if you do not really intend on being friends, I dont want to be another number in your massive popularity contest.Do not

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My GOD. I hope this isnt in some childs room somewhere.

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001. When's the last time you ran?The last time the cops were chasing me002. Do your jeans have rips, tears, and holes in them?It shames me to admit this, but yes, they do. I dont know who in the fuck thought of taking perfectly good jeans and ripping them up to sell to the public, but that person deserves a god damn cookie.003. What are you dreading right now?There is nothing to eat. I have to

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Category: News and PoliticsYes, yes. I know it is September 12th. The day after the day that marks the five year anniversary of the infamous World Trade Center "attack". I chose not to write this yesterday, and thats because if I heard the words September 11th put in one more sentence I think my brain would have exploded.Firstly, I want to say, if you love President Bush, this isnt the blog for

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Ok. So I was sitting here in front of the computer today eating my bowl of frosted flakes, contemplating either going on the treadmill or laying out, when it struck me like a bolt of lightning...See, I am trying to lose this disgusting 15 pounds I've gained since I moved here, actually I dont know if its 15 or 5 because the scale is fricken broken, but Im assuming its 15 just to be on the safe

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I cant even watch the news anymore without seeing some retarded-ass reporter, so-called reporting on an issue that we all supposedly need to know about. Scaring us to death. I am just going to swear off news altogether.A reporter on CNN, supposedly the most trusted news station of all, is going to take an hour out of all the loyal CNN watchers day on Tuesday to report on fake cops that come to

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Random Surveys 230 Things You'd Never Think to Ask1. Have you ever been searched by the cops?Yes. Many a times.2. Do you close your eyes on roller coaster?Not all the time.3. When's the last time you've been sledding?I was like 16 or 174. Would you rather sleep with someone else, or alone?Someone else. Unless that person has gas and in that case.. alone.5. Do you believe in ghosts?I guess6. Do

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Random Conversation with my sister:KarizmaticClover [12:31 A.M.] : How do you get the pictures on your myspace?xFender41x [12:32 A.M.]: magic.xFender41x [12:32 A.M.]: lolzKarizmaticClover [12:32 A.M.]: no seriously xFender41x [12:32 A.M.]: like whereKarizmaticClover [12:32 A.M.]: it wont let me drag and drop or copy and paste xFender41x [12:32 A.M.]: in your pictures, or on the actual

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Ok this is something that really pushes my buttons.The USA is one of the only countries that feels the way it does about nudity, and sex, and also swearing. They censor everything we say and show on television, radio, and print everyday. There are certain plain words we cannot even say in conjunction with each other on national TV, because of thier insinuation. We live in a society that the very

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I dont like it when people respond to every injury with a lawsuit. But you want revenge. Your a VICTIM. Arent victims entitled to compensation? But compensationg victims has an inintended consequence: it encourages us to be victims, to hold on to our "victimhood" When you reward something, you get more of it. Today if you steal money, mutilate your parents, or kill your boyfriend, it may because

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People these days are afraid of everything, from lighters exploding in their pockets to terrorists attacks. But what should we really be afraid of? Whose to say what gets censored and what doesnt? Whose to say what bills pass and which dont? Whose to say what foods we should eat and which we shouldnt? Its the power of insinuation that says, and the things that we should be afraid of you are

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Angelina Jolie has a tattoo on her back that says "Know Your Rights". Why do you suppose she does this? To remind most of us that we dont.Remember when the big thing in our media was auto safety? The government launched a program making all people riding in cars to wear seatbelts. Then they made it mandatory. Then they said a child under thirteen cannot be in the front seat of a vehicle, then

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One of the most persuasive yet poorly understood infuences on American society is the High School Textbook. Thanks to a virtual monopoly of public education, textbook publishers have a wide ranging power to shape our young people. In reality however, they do more to mislead and misinform than almost any other print media. Some of our most basic beliefs, including our conceptions of ourselves as

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Individual perception untainted by others' infuence does not exist.What do I mean when I say that? I mean exactly what it says.Memory is the core of what we call reality.Think about this for a second... What do you actually hear right now and see? This page. The walls and furnishings of the room in which you sit. Perhaps some music or some background noise. Yet you know as sure as the day you

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There are some things that I hear on television or see in the newspaper that make me want to throw my television out the window, crumple my newspaper and rip it up, and never look at it again. This is one of them.Today in Washington, the senate turned down a proposal by the Democrats to raise the minimum wage from $5.15 an hour to $5.85, raising for the next two years in increments to a total of

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The Purpose of this blog is to be informative and at times, mildly humorous. Too many times these days kids in our society are mis-informed about so many poltical and societal issues. I just want to put my view out there, so that maybe, by doing that, I can enlighten someone into thinking about something that they might have never otherwise thought, or question something that they might have

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For Gods sake I pray everyday that I will never look like this when Im older.

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Here I am Lord 1. I, the Lord of the sea and sky, I, have heard my people cry. I, who made the stars of night. I, will make their darkness bright. All who dwell in dark and sin My hand will save.

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Please Support My Boobs ;)

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One time the power went out in my house and I had to use the flash on my camera to see my way around. I made a sandwich and took fifty pictures of my face. The neighbors thought there was lightning in my house. I like to reminisce with people I don't know. Granted, it takes longer. Gas prices are getting so expensive Im riding a mexican to work tomorrow. I am 1/8th Cherokee. This has

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I never realized how much fun writing a manifesto could be. So here goes:I will fight to legalize Marijuana. An estimated 80 million Americans over the age of 12 have smoked pot at least once. That should translate to somewhere around 40 million votes. I will come out in favor of legalizing prostitution. I will offer federal funds to for any state that wants to build a government-regulated

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