Dear lilhearts i contacted the police right away when i got that nice little promise you gave. Found out my legal rights, and i had the right to ask my name to be taken off. Also i found out how to get a peace bond, and that i am getting against you and your little friend. You can't harass some one then call the cops when the person asks you not to. You are childish and give it up, i mooned your little friend i admit, maybe she shouldn't have threatened to start "shit" with some one who would repeat it near by. I was giving her my butt to kick ad she failed to do so. Her fault. Have a good one. Ps i have those entries printed off, evidence is a bitch.

Current Mood: creative

Australia, yes.
don't let me down. : )

Current Mood: cold

ever.

you mail me a bull shit useless "contract"
even though i explained there needs to be a witness there for all of us to sign it.
bitch you owe me 625$ pay upz.
BEST BREAK UP EVERRRRRRRRRRRERERERERRERR

Current Mood: annoyed

 

well, heaven's not a place that you go when you die.
it's that moment in life when you touch your edge and you feel alive.
so live for the moment.
and take this advice, live by every word,
love's completely real,
so forget anything that you have heard,
and live for the moment now.

Current Mood: guilty

You're a fucking bitch, glad that you're gone.
ps
i didn't like the stupid shelf anyways

Current Mood: pleased

if you were stolen, i will blow the person who took you up.
if you are at kitten's, you will be found and i will love you more than any other hat.
if i never find you again, i will be heartbroken and forced to buy a new one off ebay.


did i mention the hat was in a purse?
so if any one DID steal the hat from courtney's purse.
i will beat the shit out of you just for digging in her purse.

Current Mood: angry

Alright, so some creeper is creeping my livejournal, so here is to you




GTFO N00B



AS OF NOW
FRIENDS ONLY

Current Mood: bouncy

become good at cheating and you never need
to be good at anything else

 Whatever poison's in this bottle will leave me broken sore and stiff.
But it's the genie at the bottom who I'm sucking at. He owes me one last wish.
So here's a present to let you know I still exist.
I hope the next boy that you kiss has something terribly contagious on his lips.

But I got a plan
Drink for forty days and forty nights.
A sip for every second-hand tick.
And for every time you fed me the line, "you mean so much to me...".
I'm without you.