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If you're passing through. . . [01:12PST | 12 December 2004] [ her mood | curious ] Hi. Do I know you? No? Aw, that's too bad. Lurking is for swamp people & Jack the Ripper. Comment and tell Rissa who you be. *snuggles* -this girl gets 111 miles to the gallon-

[16:54PST | 22 February 2002] Changed LJ again. *twirls finger* http://clairedelune.livejournal.com I think I have a blood fetish. Swingin'. See you guys Monday. I'm AUDI! -this girl gets 9 miles to the gallon-

Pretty fly for a white guy. [10:43PST | 22 February 2002] I love my Caucasian brothers. No, I do. I've dated lots. But I'm buying this book. ( Read more... ) -this girl gets 9 miles to the gallon-

Oceans of violets in bloom. [10:30PST | 22 February 2002] [ her mood | suck ] Her name was Lola. She was a showgirl. With yellow feathers in her hair, and a dress cut down-to-there. She would Merengue. And do the Cha-Cha. I guess I'm going to a frat party tonight. *smirk* Who wants to bet on how much booty I'll be collecting? Hoo-ah, I've. Got. Hos. In Different Area Codes. Okay, not really. You know, I was thinking: probably only about 55% of everything I say is in all seriousness. I just like to hear myself talk, so don't like. PAY ATTENTION TO IT OR ANYTHING. This is me we're talking about. Not someone common, er, normal. I'm different. I discovered the pleasure of burning CDs. I can't stop now. It's sick. Help me. I WEAR TIGHT CLOTHING. HIGH-HEELED SHOES. IT DOESN'T MEAN THAT I'M A PROSTITUTE, NO NO. Free yo' mind. ( Queen owns you, bitch. ) -this girl gets 5 miles to the gallon-

[18:54PST | 21 February 2002] [ her mood | evil ] I got dry cat food samples in the mail. I'm going to mix some in with trail mix and see if I can get people to eat it. HAHAH. -this girl gets 55 miles to the gallon-

WTF BITCH. [15:15PST | 21 February 2002] LiquidTnsn (3:08:35 PM): you suck... LiquidTnsn (3:08:35 PM): well... not currently. LiquidTnsn (3:08:35 PM): LOL VixenOnAStick (3:08:43 PM): *rolls eyes* LiquidTnsn (3:08:46 PM): :::ducks::: VixenOnAStick (3:08:53 PM): no energy to hit. VixenOnAStick (3:08:55 PM): sun drained all life. LiquidTnsn (3:09:30 PM): oh bullshit. you hit like a girl anyway. VixenOnAStick (3:10:57 PM): uh, I WONDER WHY. VixenOnAStick (3:11:00 PM): maybe it's cause i am one. LiquidTnsn (3:11:30 PM): eh. yeah. that remains to be seen. VixenOnAStick (3:12:05 PM): o_o LiquidTnsn (3:12:25 PM): maybe if you shave that moustache you'll be more convincing. VixenOnAStick (3:12:31 PM): i hate you. -this girl gets 39 miles to the gallon-

YOU'RE NOT THE ONE, BUT YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN MAKE ME FEEL LIKE THIIIISSSS!@!# [14:44PST | 21 February 2002] [ her mood | hot ] [ her music | Foo Fighters- The One ] Dear Mother Nature, You stupid ho. It's February. What the fuck are you doing, bitch? Why is it 85 degrees outside? Excuse me. Make it cold so I can wear my J. Crew sweater, or I'm going to stop recycling cans. Regards, Sarissa P.S. I was forced to wear a backless top to lunch with my Grandfather, and when he realized I was essentially wearing half a shirt, he said 'Sarissa? Where is the rest of your shirt, hon?' I blame this on you, Mother Nature. THAT IS WHY PEOPLE LITTER ON YOU. *spits* Also: http://home.kimo.com.tw/netspooky/kikia/ Because there's something funny about people peeing their pants. -this girl gets 37 miles to the gallon-

[21:17PST | 20 February 2002] [ her mood | annoyed ] FUCK!#@$ *slams things around* Christ! Would you cut that shit out?! It's pissing me off! *throws things* -this girl gets 4 miles to the gallon-

I am so over it. [13:35PST | 20 February 2002] [ her mood | predatory ] New email, yo. Show love. HAHAHA. So I take my lunch AWAY from the school. God, I hate teenagers. Anyways. I was driving to the post office, and I pull up to a red light, and this cute guy in a truck pulls up next to me. He looks over. I look over. Our eyes meet. He does the 'what up, baby' head-tilt thing. I roll my eyes, pretend I never saw him, and look forward again. I hate that stupid head tilt. It's so annoying. What, you can't lift your hand and wave? UGH! Boys. He was probably a jackass anyways. Oh, and this skate shop I passed has a big fat Confederate flag waving proudly out front. Excuse me, this isn't Dixie. Take that shit down. No, really. And now I have to go back to the high school and tutor more adolescents. *snuggles life* Love you too, baby. -this girl gets 14 miles to the gallon-

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