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06-21-2005, 04:25 PM | #31 (permalink) |
contrast&compare.
Join Date: Jan 2005
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damn, now i have to take back all my preppy abercrombie and fitch things so i dont follow the preppyness at my school.. i am officially deeply depressed.
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06-21-2005, 04:28 PM | #32 (permalink) |
snickers
Join Date: Mar 2005
Location: detroit
Posts: 2,194
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Cut it out, woman.
Wear the clothes you want to wear, that's not following a trend too, I guess..... Wait I have the urge to say this again. There is a bomb in the chapel...goodnightiloveyou. I love you, don't be depressed.
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06-21-2005, 08:13 PM | #34 (permalink) |
Groupie
Join Date: Jun 2005
Location: new york...for now
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i shop at tj maxx baby. 2 pairs of pants for 30 bucks. new pants. jeans. none of that wow-im-cool-cuz-i-shop-at-salvation-army crap. i dont have time to go over there even if it doesn cost 5 dollars to buy like a rack of cloths haha.
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06-23-2005, 07:17 PM | #37 (permalink) | |
Music Addict
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you dont wear pants. okay, anyway, if you were a girl you would wear girl pants no matter what you wore, because you were a girl. |
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06-23-2005, 07:25 PM | #38 (permalink) | |
snickers
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Location: detroit
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Was there sarcasm in this sentence too which cancelled out the sarcasm in the other sentence?? I was being sarcastic, I really didn't mean soccer ball. I finally realized that there is no point to the soccer ball image...
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06-24-2005, 02:28 AM | #40 (permalink) | |
Bright F*cking Red
Join Date: Jan 2005
Location: San Diego
Posts: 2,222
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i believe you too are confusing.
rrrgg... emo is not a style of dress....its a state of mind, and a style of music. (i suppose)
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How'd I end up here to begin with? I don't know. Why do I start what I can't finish? Oh please, don't barrage me with questions to all those ugly answers. My ego's like my stomach- it keeps shitting what I feed it. But maybe I don't want to finish anything anymore.. maybe I can wait in bed 'til she comes home. and whispers.... Quote:
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