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scissor sisters - take your mama out
hall of fame 1. ellen (girlydrink06) - 12 points 1. amy (blacksheep) - 12 points 2. jeremy (snazzy_jay) - 4 points 2. linden (strawberriegiirl) - 4 points 3. aji (ajibalaji89) - 3 points 3. bianca (peanutbutterjunkie) - 3 points 4. tracy (theatrechic184) - 2 points 4. esther (starryskies76) - 2 points 4. ciara (covered_in_rain10) - 2 points 5. stacey (chocobopnai) - 1 point 5. jan michael (Jmike1pinoy) - 1 point
to get your name up here, read the subject of the latest entry. it's a line from a song, with one word replaced. if you find out which word it is, the name of the song, and who performed it, comment on the post and you'll be added.
for example, if a subject was "slap me baby one more time," you'd know that the real lyrics are "HIT me baby one more time," so you'd comment on the entry saying: "oh master rick, ruler of mankind! i, your humble servant, have found the true lyrics to the song. HIT, from the song ONE MORE TIME by BRITNEY SPEARS. i only pray that you will show great mercy and bestow upon my worthless self a single point and a mention in the sacred hall of fame. gramercies, oh omnipotent one!" and i would do just that. note to self ...
... START SUMMER READING. UPDATED 07.03.04 
¡el juego de helicóptero! contact me, yo
look at how popular i am! (including visitors from my xanga) element 94  | i CAN remember if i cried Sunday. 05.23.04 09:24 pm mood: confused well, this weekend was good. the conscious part, at least. friday was fun, and saturday and today i spent time with my dad, who i haven't seen in forever. but the weirdest parts of my weekend happened after i fell asleep. i had two extra-freaky dreams that are getting me worried. the first has to do with picnics. i dreamt that i was at a sort of picnic festival at mills (which is kind of odd, seeing as how mills has like no picnics). but the weird thing is, i remember seeing lots of people there, but i can't remember recognizing any one person. i just know that there was a lot. anyways, there were a bunch of festivities going on, and ciara was with me. then somehow, my mom came in and saw me. she was like "what are you doing here?", and before i could answer, ciara told a lie to cover for me. hm. the next one is extra creepy. my little seven-year-old brother bodhi was taking a walk with me, and i think i was with some other people. we were walking on this dusty hill, and there was a path at the bottom of the hill, but we decided to keep walking where we were. next to the path were some slides, swings, and a see-saw. for some reason, bodhi had emphysema, and then there was a dust storm, and he died. i was soooo sad. i hella thought it was my fault that he died. then a bunch of stuff happened, like a lot of drama and crying in my dream, and i woke up and i was seriously crying, like there were tears running down my face. that's some crazy shit, huh? 3 Comments. gasp!
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