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Name: t to the iffo
Country: United States
State: California
Birthday: 3/25/1985
Gender: Female


Interests: music mends broken hearts < /3
Expertise: ask me what it's like to have myself so figured out. i wish i knew.
Occupation: Medical
Industry: Legal


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Member Since: 5/31/2002

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Monday, January 17, 2005

dammit. why's it so hard to change xanga names?!

come on guys. i can't keep using a xanga that is already buried 6 feet under...

http://www.xanga.com/ridiculouslikethat_x3


Thursday, January 06, 2005

in light of the new year...

a review of the past year <3

time to put it in the back of my mind, just like this xanga.

"in muddy grass, we stand side by side with our knuckles interlocked. black dresses flood the cemetary in this cliche tragedy. just do as you're instructed and take this razor and cut your palms. i'll do the same until a river of crimson begins to flow. now drip your ruby red over the casket...a funeral for my once loved..."

                                                      - the spill canvas

 

my xanga has died in an accident. what a tragedy. we must hold a funeral for it...but with endings comes new beginnings.

RIP my dear xanga of two and a half years.

http://www.xanga.com/ridiculouslikethat_x3


Tuesday, January 04, 2005

its 2 am and im playin around with photoshop. someone send me to bed please.

whee!

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muahaha someones a little bratty no?? perhaps someone that wants to take STICKER PICTURES???????


Friday, December 31, 2004

once again, i find myself with my friends
dancing the night away
its likethe party never ends.
then again, we dont want it to stop
cuz tonites the night it goes: sweatbox, laser beams, flashing lights, wild cards, men from mars dressed in stars and stripes.

oh my. starry eyed surprise, sundown to sunrise.
i dance all night, we're gonna dance all night, dance all night to this DJ.

the record spins on the trails we blaze.
the walls are closing in, but that's okay
cuz i've been waiting all week to feel this way
and it feels so good so good i'm on top of the world.

the night slowly fades and goes slow motion
all the commotion becomes floating emotions
same piano loops over
arms wave, eyes roll back, and jaws fall open.
i see in soft focus.
dizzy new heights, blinded by the lights.
these people are for life.
discover new worlds, look at my watch
but my eyes cant focus
all of life's problems i just shake off.
all come together for this party.
all races, many faces from places you've never heard of.
sing to the words. the tribal drums. the sun's rising.

we all smile. we all sing.
the weak become heroes...then the stars align.

 

happy new year everybody. be safe tonight, and i'll see you next year.

 


Thursday, December 30, 2004

"in muddy grass, we stand side by side with our knuckles interlocked. black dresses flood the cemetary in this cliche tragedy. just do as you're instructed and take this razor and cut your palms. i'll do the same until a river of crimson begins to flow. now drip your ruby red over the casket...a funeral for my once loved..."

                                                      - the spill canvas

 

my xanga of two and a half years has died in an accident. what a tragedy. we must hold a funeral for it...but with endings comes new beginnings.

new xanga beeyotches. come find me.

hints:

1. "yeah...cuz i'm __________ ____ ____"
2. underscore
3. heart. 

leave me a comment when you find me, and i'll give you a cookie. seriously.



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