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51 Things About GirlWonder 1. I have at least four aliases that I use on a regular basis 2. You will never know all of them 3. I am in love constantly 4. I like getting snazzied up to go out 5. I enjoy walking around small amounts of clothings 6. I am most happy in a tank top and barefoot 7. I love the fact that I can wear my sisters old jeans 8. I cherish conversations that last for hours 9. I can loose myself in music 10. Art is one of the most important things to me 11. I love to forget myself in dance 12. I love to show off my poetry 13. I want to spend at least 3 months wandering around Europe 14. I think I'm creative 15. I love making collages, both word or image, from random magazines 16. I have been told I'm facinating 17. I think every girl should believe that she is facinating and irresistable 18. I love to watch movies that make me cry 19. I also love zombie movies 20. I like having my picture taken 21. I want to be interesting 22. I am afra

You know you're a Lipstick Lesbian if... **you think God made women better-looking than men so that it would be obvious at a glance which was the superior sex. **you derive a sense of power from towering over people when you wear high heels. *you think of your makeup as warpaint. *you think that "feminine feminist" is not an oxymoron, but a redundancy. **you can do anything a man can do -- backwards and in high heels. *you think of straight women as "the ones who settle for second best." **you think Adam was a rough draft. *you accept the "universal he" because, just as men are incomplete women, male words -- he, man, male -- are incomplete versions of female words -- she, woman, female. Now, y'all... I'm not a Lipstick Lesbian. I only agree with the two stared ** ones...

Hope dangles on a string Like slow spinning redemption Winding in and winding out The shine of it has caught my eye And roped me in So mesmerizing, so hypnotizing I am captivated I am Vindicated I am selfish I am wrong I am right I swear I'm right I swear I knew it all along And I am flawed But I am cleaning up so well I am seeing in me now the things you swore you saw yourself So clear Like the diamond in your ring Cut to mirror your intentions Oversized and overwhelmed The shine of which has caught my eye And rendered me So isoloated, so motivated I am certain now that I am Vindicated I am selfish I am wrong I am right I swear I'm right I swear I knew it all along So turn Up the corners of your lips Part them and feel my finger tips Trace the moment, fall forever Defense is paper thin Just one touch and I'd be in Too deep now to ever swim against the current So let me slip away, So let me slip away So let me slip away,

I was walking home from Patrick's last night. My phone vibrated in my hand. I looked down and I have two voicemails! Yay! Dial... listen... "Hey, mary... umm..." It was Patrick. "Well, I just got home... come over whenever..." I had received it earlier but never checked it. Next one... "Who wants to see Spiderman 2 at midnight? All the cool people are going!... pause... soft laugh. That's all I have... I laughed. It was Jeff! Spiderman 2 at midnight? I looked at my watch. 11. Okay. Dial. "Hello?" "Midnight, eh?" "Yea--" "Pick me up?" "I can..." "See ya in fifteen, Jeff." *~*~*~*~*~* So, fifteen minutes. Black jeans. Two white tanks. No bra. Eyeliner and lipgloss. Five necklaces, two rings, and earings. Hair down. A few braids... I looked in the mirror. Okay. Not bad. I licked my top lip. Okay... My phone rang. "Be out in half a

Nuts To Them! I've been putting on a bunch of stupid forwards and lyrics (good lyrics) lately. I'll really write now. Really. Sorta... I'm gonna rant. That's what blogs are for though, right? Right. I don't wanna boyfriend. But now that I don't, Disappearing Jake/Jake the Jerk called me. The other Tuesday at HomeWorks "I really miss you, Mary..." Ummm...Yea... "I bet you do, Jake. I bet you do..." Damned if I go back to him! "You come to me between girlfriends, don't you?" Charlotte chimed in from the background: "Yes, he does!" "No! No, no, no..." "Yea, whatever..." *~*~*~* And then, when Michael came to pick me up after HomeWorks, when he dropped me off, he was gonna kiss me. "Michael, you know I don't wanna boyfriend. I just don't wanna date..." "Okay, yea. I know..." *~*~*~* Then there's Pirate Boy and Irish Guy. No story for ya fellas there. Sorry... *~*~*~* So

About Pirate boy... we hang out and talk on the phone and stuff. But we've talked and he knows that I just want to be friends. I'm going to college next year and don't wanna sting him... Stupid frog... He's a ton of fun to hang out with I wouldn't date him though Can you imagine my father?? I will get back in to doing some cooler blogs soon... I have a couple good ones stewing up in my noodle

The Buggles -Video Killed The Radio Star I heard you on the wireless back in Fifty Two Lying awake intent at tuning in on you. If I was young it didn't stop you coming through. They took the credit for your second symphony. Rewritten by machine and new technology, and now I understand the problems you can see. I met your children Oh-a oh What did you tell them? Video killed the radio star. Video killed the radio star. Pictures came and broke your heart. Oh-a-a-a oh And now we meet in an abandoned studio. We hear the playback and it seems so long ago. And you remember the jingles used to go. You were the first one. Oh-a oh You were the last one. Video killed the radio star. Video killed the radio star. In my mind and in my car, we can't rewind we've gone to far Oh-a-aho oh, Oh-a-aho oh Video killed the radio star. Video killed the radio star. In my mind and in my car, we can't rewind we've gone to far. Pictures came and broke you

They all said "she's just another groupie slut" And I said I thought you were anything but Think again, sometimes reputations out live their applications And sometimes fires don't go out, When you're done playing with them I feel so funny deep inside When you kiss me goodbye Sugarhigh... Gotta have it really need it to get by Sugarhigh... Wanna feel it can't conceal it sugarhigh We could go out and not even leave the house A t.v. set and a bottle of wine is just fine Making out on that old pull out couch Watching saturday night live, I guess that's why I feel so funny deep inside When I lick between your thighs Sugarhigh When I think about my life I wanna kiss myself goodbye Sugarhigh... Sugarhigh Alright And I have searched both far and wide And I've explored the deepest caverns of my mind To try and find an explanation why I get this funny feeling deep inside When you kiss me goodbye And when I l

Just got back from HomeWorks yesterday. It was crazy and fun and everything. I don't really feel like typing about it right now, but I just wanted to post and tell y'all that I'm back.... I'm not in a writing mood right now. I'm in a reading mood. Sorry!

More on pirate boy... We hung out more, and we talked. I said that I couldn't date him now. Anyone I date right now I'm gonna sting anyway. And I don't date people I work with. But I still wanna hang out with him and talk on the phone with him. We talk on the phone an awful lot... I enjoy his company. But anyone I date now will get burned something awful. "It's in my nature," Remember? And I don't wanna burn him.

I told the world I met a woman I told the sky about her beauty, And a thousand stars fell to earth Since they could not compare I told the trees about her wit, And ancient groves bowed in deference To the wisdom of one so young I told the sea about her kindness And the incensed surf subsided 'Til it was smooth as a summer pond And to the birds I send regrets, For having heard a voice so sweet Their songs seemed full of sorrow A poem given to me earlier today.

Now, I'm goin' to HomeWorks tomorrow so I won't be updating for a week at least. But, when I get back I'll have a lot to say :-D

Suckin' on my titties like you wanted me, Callin me, all the time like blondie Check out my chrissy behind It's fine all of the time Like sex on the beaches, What else is in the teaches of peaches? huh? what? Suckin' on my titties like you wanted me, Callin me, all the time like blondie Check out my chrissy behind It's fine all of the time What else is in the teaches of peaches? Like sex on the beaches. huh? what? huh? right. what? uhh. huh? what? right. uhh. huh? what? right. uhh. huh? what? right. uhh. SIS IUD, stay in school coz it's the best. IUD SIS, stay in school coz it's the best. IUD SIS, stay in school coz it's the best. IUD SIS, stay in school coz it's the best. Suckin' on my titties like you wanted me, Callin me, all the time like blondie Check out my chrissy behind It's fine all of the time. What else is in the teaches of peaches? Like sex on the beaches. huh? what? Fuck the pain away. Fuck th

I was in the rear passenger seat of an Aviator. I checked my make-up in a compact. Soft pink lips. Sweet powdered skin. I looked up. We were headed over the bridge. It was marshy. I was incredibly nervous. My phone vibrated and lit up, but didn't ring. I looked around. No one noticed. The incomming call was from "Comptroller." I don't now recognise that word, but I knew then that it was Christopher. I wispered his name under my breath. The phone died down. He must have hung up. I looked in the cargo hold of the Aviator. I frowned. "Where's my dress?" I asked, pawing through everything. "Where's my dress???" I asked again more frantically as the other girls in the car began to turn around. "Where the hell is my wedding dress?" Turns out we'd forgotten it. I began to cry. I knew everyone would be pissed at me. I knew it. We got to the site and I ran to my daddy. He hugged me and said it'd be all right. He

Sunday night, driving home from a barbeque/pool party with my parents, housemates, sister, the Marshalls, and the Philly FVMs. Jeff calls. Pirate Boy, yes. And we chat, and he asks me out. Well, I'm in the car with dan and kelli, so I ask can I call him back in an hour. So, I get home and I call him and we chat, and he asks if I'm busy Monday night? I am. Would I like to go out sometime? Jeff, I'm a scorpion. Stay far away, sugar. But we chat for probably an hour or so. And then we chat again on Monday night for an hour after I get home. I still gave him a shaky maybe on if I'd go out with him or not. I don't want it to get weird at work. I wanna just stay talking on the phone with him a lot. I enjoy talking to him. It's fun... It's okay, you know? It's okay...

"Beauty is unbearable, drives us to despair, offering us for a minute the glimpse of an eternity that we should like to stretch out over the whole of time." --Albert Camus

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"Hello?" Eve supressed a giggle. "Hey, Brady baby, how's life?" "Eve? Hey, not much, not much..." "Cool, whatcha up to lately?" "Oh, just got home a couple hours ago, actually. Long frickin' drive, you know?" "Home? Home as in Pennsylvania?" "Yea, schools out, you know?" "Oh, yea. So, that's probably a no to my question of "Wanna grab lunch tomorrow?" Brady laughed. "Looks like it. Whats up? You in Charlotte?" "Not really." Eve sighed. "Hey, you know... Umm..." "Eve?" "Yea, well, Chris is gone..." "No kidding, Evie?" "Yea, I was really hoping to be able to talk with you in person. You're good for this kinda stuff..." "I knew it! You're lookin' for a rebound, aren't'cha?" "Well," Eve sighed, "my sole motivation was a sympathy fuck. H

You can be anywhere when your life begins. When the future opens up in front of you. And you may not even realize it at first, but it's already happening

The itsy-bitsy spider dropped acid at the park... Sometimes I get psycho and crazy. I know it. I want more. I can't tell you and I can't explain. Because how can you understand someone who's crazy? I need to be beautiful and dirty. Facinating facinating. It's dirty and special. No way to know. I want more. I need more! I can't fucking explain to you. I can't FUCKING tell you what the FUCK it is. No, I'm not drunk. NO. I'm not high. What the fuck makes you think I would do that to myself? It's not right enough. And it never can be. I just get so FUCKING crazy sometimes. I just go to FUCKING psycho sometimes...