augustana


welcome to my blog. i bet you love it.:D
my blog usually pisses people off, because i like to bitch about people in it. if i'm bitching about you here and you don't like it,
i suggest you go put a stick in your ass and have fun with it because i don't think i care enough.
thanks & i love (most of) you!

narcissism

i'm Lyn.
i'm fascinated by shiny objects, gummy objects and black xs perfume(it smells yummy, like candy+cake).
i laugh for no reason when i space out, which happens pretty often.
i don't like caterpillars. i don't like sluts. i don't like red heads.
i don't like redheaded sluts.
i don't like horses. i don't care, they stink of shit and look so ugly.
i like stuff. your stuff.

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Thursday, February 14, 2008

7:14 PM


HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!
special thank you goes to...
jessiepoop for giving me chocolate; LOVE YA!
gloria, thanks for the cookie.
natalie; thanks for the worms.:D
kailin; your cookie wrapping so cute i cannot bear to eat; LOVEEE.;D
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HAPPY VALENTINES ;
THANK YOU FOR THE PRETTY PINK ROSE. ♥

sososo, after school came home. bathe. went for tuition. then went to the doctor.
EXEMPTED FROM OBS!;D YIPPEE!
haha i'm so happy, don't need to rot in the jungles of pulau ubin!
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loose lips might sink ships but loose gooses take trips,
to san francisco, double dutch disco,
tech tv hottie, do it for scotty,
do it for the living and do it for the dead,
do it for the monsters under your bed,
do it for the teenagers and do it for your mom.
broken hearts hurt but they make us strong and,
we won't stop until somebody calls the cops.
and even then we'll start again and just pretend that,
nothing ever happened.
we won't stop until somebody calls the cops,
and even then we'll start again and just pretend that
nothing ever happened,
we're just dancing, we're just hugging,
singing, screaming, kissing, tugging,
on the sleeve of how it used to be.
how's it gonna be?
i'll drop kick russell stover, move into the starting over house
and know matt rouse and jest are watching me achieve my dreams
and we'll pray, all damn day, every day,
that all this shit our president has got us in will go away
while we strive to figure out a way we can survive
these trying times without losing our minds
so if you wanna burn yourself remember that i love you,
and if you wanna cut yourself remember that i love you,
and if you wanna kill yourself remember that i love you.
call me up before your dead, we can make some plans instead
send me an IM, i'll be your friend.
shysters live from scheme to scheme and my 4th quarter pipe dreams,
are seeming more and more worth fighting for.
so i'll curate some situations, make my job a big vacation.
and i'll say fuck bush and fuck this war.
my war paint is sharpie ink and i'll show you how much my shit stinks.
and ask you what you think because your thoughts and words are powerful.
they think we're disposable, well both my thumbs opposable,
are spelled out on a double word and triple letter score.
we won't stop until somebody calls the cops,
and even then we'll start again and just pretend that,
nothing ever happened.
we won't stop until somebody calls the cops,
and even then we'll start again and just pretend that,
nothing ever happened.
we're just dancing, we're just hugging,
singing, screaming, kissing, tugging
on the sleeve of how it used to be.

let's just pretend that nothing ever happened,♥