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| Tell me:
1. One secret.
2. One compliment.
3. One non-compliment.
4. One love note, but it does not have to be for me.
5. Lyrics to a song.
6. How old you are.
7. How long we've been friends.
8. And a hint to who you are.
9. After you do it for me, put it in your LJ and see who does it for you. - Mood:amused
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| If there are one or more people on your friends list who make your world a better place just because they exist, and who you would not have met (in real life or not) without the Internet, then post this same sentence in your journal. - Mood:chipper
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| ....and aren't I glad?
O_________O
I LOVE THESE BOYS!
"There’s a devil in the corner
In candy apple red
Dressed up like a fire
Burning through my head
I got a little closer
And offered her a drink
She took me to the grave yard
And we did the Trick-or-Treat"
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| Facebook owns, and so does Denisha:
Bdon Urie wrote at 8:34pm
georgy porgie
puddin and pie
kissed the girls and made them cry.
when the boys came out to play.
he kissed them too cause he was gay.
Need I say more?
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| Dearest Sasha, HAPPY
BIRTHDAY !
Hope you have an amazing day! D: | |
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| I took a pirate quiz today ('cause of my birthday plans) and here's what I got: You are The Cap'n!
Some men and women are born great, some achieve greatness and some slit the throats of any scalawag who stands between them and unlimited power. You never met a man - or woman - you couldn't eviscerate. You are the definitive Man of Action, the CEO of the Seven Seas, Lee Iacocca in a blousy shirt and drawstring-fly pants. You're mission-oriented, and if anyone gets in the way, that's his problem, now isn't? Your buckle was swashed long ago and you have never been so sure of anything as your ability to bend everyone to your will. You will call anyone out and cut off his head if he shows any sign of taking you on or backing down. If one of your lieutenants shows an overly developed sense of ambition he may find more suitable accommodations in Davy Jones' locker. That is, of course, IF you notice him. You tend to be self absorbed - a weakness that may keep you from seeing enemies where they are and imagining them where they are not.
What's Yer Inner Pirate?
brought to you by The Official Talk Like A Pirate Web Site. Arrrrr!
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| Title: Life Could Be Nothing But a Joke Author: ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) psychoticsmileRating: PG-13 (Character Death) Pairing: Ryden POV:3rd Person Summary: He turns to Ryan, who’s lying in the back, his blood soaking through the thin material of the bandage around his wound. He could save him, if he wasn’t too late.Disclaimer: Not real, title, cut and text at the end by Stars. Author Notes: Special thanks to panic_4_me_baby for helping me find a title (who knew it could be so hard?). It's another ficlet type thing, though it is longer than the others. It’s slightly on the dark side, I guess. It’s based on the song
Life 2: The Unhappy by Stars. ( The video is slightly…absurd sorry about that! It’s not the official video though.) More at the end. ( Life turns out it's nothing but a dream ) | |
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| I found this today:
'Whatever you give a woman, she's going to multiply.
If you give her sperm, she'll give you a baby.
If you give her a house, she'll give you a home.
If you give her groceries, she'll give you a meal.
If you give her a smile, she'll give you her heart.
She multiplies and enlarges what is given to her.'
So - if you give her crap, you will receive a bucket full of shit."
OMG LMAO!!!
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| Equation of the day:
a. One plate of Quesadillas.
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b. One very large Candy Apple.
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c. Chocolate-Fruit Fondue.
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d. Cookies.
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e. Accounts work.
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f. Math work.
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g. Economics Assignment.
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| Title:Puppets Author: psychoticsmileRating:PG Pairing:Ryden POV:2nd, Ryan's Summary:Suddenly, he's the puppet and you - you're the puppeteer. Disclaimer:Not real, though it just might be... hmm. Author Notes:This is for rhymeswithway 'cause she's simply amazing. It's (another) short drabble, I hope you enjoy! xD ( You're not the puppeteer. ) | |
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| I've signed myself up for a Jondon fic for silentpoetry1. Goodness, I'm doomed. D: lol - Mood:anxious
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| Title:UltraViolet Author: psychoticsmileRating:PG Pairing:Ryan/Brendon POV:3rd person, and 3rd person Brendon-centered Summary: Ryan was like a refreshing ray of sunshine, lighting up the dark folds of his life. It may sound clichéd but Brendon was sure he was steadily loosing himself to Ryan. Disclaimer: I don’t own anything and I’m pretty sure that none of is true. The cut belongs to Stiff Dylans’ song Ultraviolet and so does the title. Author Notes: This is just a short little drabble based on the lyrics in the cut. Its dedicated to handsom3lady for giving me the prompt. And I hope you guys enjoy! =D ( That fire you ignited.:.
Good, Bad and undecided.:.
Burns when I stand beside it.:.
Your light is ultraviolet ) | |
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| I swear this school is hell bent on killing students with tests.
I had one on Monday.
I had one today.
I have ANOTHER one tomorrow.
AND
Another on Friday.
WTF.
Seriously.
-explodes-
I don't like education.
At all.
- Mood:tired
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