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Tuesday, March 23, 2004
But the store keeper and his son were a different matter altogether, I had to beat them to death with there own shoes. says:
addy?
(*)AddY(*).I Wish you Were Here.(3 days left) says:
yes?
But the store keeper and his son were a different matter altogether, I had to beat them to death with there own shoes. says:
smile
But the store keeper and his son were a different matter altogether, I had to beat them to death with there own shoes. says:
and this one time we were on the pier and this girl walked by and she smelt a lot like you and
But the store keeper and his son were a different matter altogether, I had to beat them to death with there own shoes. says:
i felt really really sick
But the store keeper and his son were a different matter altogether, I had to beat them to death with there own shoes. says:
on account of the lonelyness
But the store keeper and his son were a different matter altogether, I had to beat them to death with there own shoes. says:
and it hurt my heart
But the store keeper and his son were a different matter altogether, I had to beat them to death with there own shoes. says:
so there
(8) I'd rather know the truth than be happy. (8) says:
Ah. Where'd he go?
(8) I'd rather know the truth than be happy. (8) says:
(Please say back in time. please say back in time)
(*)AddY(*).I Wish you Were Here.(3 days left) says:
california
(8) I'd rather know the truth than be happy. (8) says:
California 800 B.C.?
So I slept all day, which was nice. I woke up to Sam calling me to tell me to go online. Sam has a hot phone voice.
I talked to Hogan, which was also nice. He's coming back tomorrow, which is the best. Hopefully I will get to see him tomorrow. Hogan if you are reading this, I don't care if it's 2am when you get back, CALL ME. (822-7349 if you don't remember)
Randy came home. He got his face (well, top of his nose) pierced, and it looks really painful. He came into my room this morning and I couldn't remember if it was a dream or not. Then he told me it wasn't a dream, and that we kissed too. Gross.
I have an addiction to the word outrageous. It's such a good word.
So sick of limiting myself
to fit your definition
~Addy