Sun, Mar. 25th, 2007, 12:48 pm
Dead End

This Journal is officially closed.




p.s. happy birthday dames.

Wed, Jan. 31st, 2007, 09:37 pm
RAVES

Anyone know of any sweet raves, or dance party/rave like parties going on around here? And by around here, of course I mean inside Vermont.

I so just got in the mood to go raving...

Let's create our own rave...

Wed, Jan. 31st, 2007, 08:41 am
Mom's NumLock

Floral: I wish the NumLocks on these keyboards would stay on.
Sydney: Yeah I know, I numed your mom's lock last night.

Mon, Jan. 29th, 2007, 05:04 pm
has dj lost it's charm?

"its because she's a nasty cunt bitch who should shove a broom up her cunt and jump off a cliff into a pool... then someone should pour oil on the pool and throw a burning match on it... so she either has to burn or drown.... two sucky ways to die... and i got that idea from dane cook!!!! :) thats my plan for having bushy die! haha" -sydney


I guess it would be pointless to try to tell you kids to play nice.

Anyways, it's not that she's a nasty cunt bitch (contrary to popular belief), it's that she's extremely jealous that dylan is with me and not with her.

but kids? she's a human, too. try to play nice.

Fri, Jan. 26th, 2007, 08:56 am

Here is my question:
How come I can predict the drama that is about to happen on TV, but I never know what might happen in my life?

Wesley is a bitch. Again. I thought this was all over and I could move on. But of course, Griffin had to go on a drunken ramble and divulge one of my secrets (that i trusted him with!) to someone who has sworn to remain my enemy. And then Wesley, after finding this out, got really upset, told Dylan about it, AND GOT THE INFORMATION WRONG in the process. If you're going to talk shit about someone, you might as well get it right. God. alskdjflasiejaklsdjflasjeliajslidfjlakhflash. FLASH!!! So anyway.

This comple...johnson time

Fri, Jan. 19th, 2007, 04:29 pm
And yes, I want so badly to be mad.

iliveinamerica: i was super tired and hungover today
Then Floral Says: I blame my bad day on dylan...cuz he got me sick.
iliveinamerica: haha you lose
Then Floral Says: That's what you get for getting plastered
iliveinamerica: yep
iliveinamerica: boy did i hear lots of shit about dylan and you and wesley last night
Then Floral Says: please, do share.
iliveinamerica: was that sarcasm?
Then Floral Says: not in the least.
Then Floral Says: i love to hear what people think of me.
iliveinamerica: ok
iliveinamerica: well it wasn't so much you
iliveinamerica: just wesley getting drunk and bitching about dylan
Then Floral Says: And how she thinks there is something going on between me and dylan?
iliveinamerica: and how he wants her to go home this weekend and take care of her
iliveinamerica: isn't there?
iliveinamerica: i mean he got you sick
Then Floral Says: Yes, Dylan and I are dating.
iliveinamerica: huh
Then Floral Says: Because things are through with him and Wes.
iliveinamerica: i wonder why wesley doesn't know that
iliveinamerica: lol
Then Floral Says: are you kidding me? I don't want her to go psycho on me1
Then Floral Says: haha
iliveinamerica: haha good point
iliveinamerica: but last night she made it kinda seem like there was still a little something between her and dylan
Then Floral Says: There isn't.
iliveinamerica: that's odd, cuz yesterday she said she was going home this weekend to take care of himn
Then Floral Says: Did he ask her to, or is she doing it because she wants to?
iliveinamerica: i think she said he asked her to a while ago
Then Floral Says: mm.
Then Floral Says: that's good to know.

Fri, Jan. 19th, 2007, 10:41 am
Plastered Phone Call (I hate when people do this)

This morning, at like, 12:14 am, I recieved a call from Matt's cell phone. As soon as I saw the name, I knew it was a drunk someone and I didn't pick it up. After all, I was half asleep and would rather just continue that way so I could be good for this day an work a lot. But I was curious, so I checked my messages and as soon as I heard griffin speak, i knew he was plastered.
"hi, hey this is griffin lussier and i am here with wesley. We have a dilemma we would like to talk out with you, so i guess we will talk when you get online, or go online, tomorrow or something."
And today:

[10:08] floooooooooral: and sometimes, you just have to talk to floral.

[10:08] ggggggggggriffin: whoa
[10:08] ggggggggggriffin: hey
[10:08] ggggggggggriffin: what's up
[10:08] ggggggggggriffin: OH CRAP
[10:08] ggggggggggriffin: i got kinda drunk last night
[10:09] ggggggggggriffin: and left a message on your phone

[10:10] floooooooooral: as soon as you said hello in the message, I knew you were wasted.
[10:10] floooooooooral: I hate you dialing me.

[10:10] ggggggggggriffin: i was kinda forced to, i'm sorry

[10:10] floooooooooral: forced by who?

[10:10] ggggggggggriffin: wesley

[10:10] floooooooooral: Yeah, and why did Wesley force you to?
[10:10] floooooooooral: I'm pretty damn curious abuot this whole deal.

[10:11] ggggggggggriffin: because she thinks there's something going on between you and dylan and she was crying a lot

[10:11] floooooooooral: She needs to stop hanging on to him.
[10:11] floooooooooral: He doesn't love her, he doesn't want to be with her.
[10:11] floooooooooral: They don't fit together anymore.
[10:13] floooooooooral: You didn't HAVE to call.

[10:14] ggggggggggriffin: i did have to try and make her stop crying, and when she asked me to call i did
[10:15] ggggggggggriffin: so yeah, i'm sorry

[10:16] floooooooooral: Did you ever think about why she would ask you to call me? She has NO REASON to call me, except that she is jealous. Girls act foolish out of jealousy. Her and I aren't even friends, we never have been. I know it's not above her to harrass me about dating him, but I expected more from you. You're friends with her, yes, but you're also friends with dylan and i. You're supposed to be neutral. I was kind of worried at first..now I don't know why.

[10:20] ggggggggggriffin: yep, you're right, and i was a jerk to you and to dylan, and i'll try not to do it again
[10:21] ggggggggggriffin: i guess i just kinda felt bad for her

[10:21] floooooooooral: It's okay to feel bad.
[10:21] floooooooooral: I mean, I haven't told a lot of people connected with her about Dylan and I because I was worried about what would happen if she did find out.
[10:23] floooooooooral: Why are you so good at making things okay?

[10:23] ggggggggggriffin: am i? i thought i fucked it all up by calling you

[10:25] floooooooooral: hahaha
[10:25] floooooooooral: you did.
[10:25] floooooooooral: But I mean, you're so easy to get along with. Like, whatever happens you're just like...chill. I guess.

[10:26] ggggggggggriffin: actually floral, part of the reason i called was kind of because i kept telling her i didn't think it was true, because i hadn't heard anything at all about it, so i was sort of out to disprove it for her

[10:26] floooooooooral: It didn't work very well.
[10:26] floooooooooral: Because, Dylan and I are together.
[10:26] floooooooooral: Sorry to inform you.

[10:27] ggggggggggriffin: i had no idea at all, so when wesley started asking me about it, i was just kinda like "wes, i think you're crazy"
[10:28] ggggggggggriffin: but yeah, nothing at all to do with you and me, it could just as easily have been matt or kyle you're talking to this mornign

[10:29] floooooooooral: I don't believe it has to do with you

[10:29] ggggggggggriffin: but i gotta go do some homework i've been putting off before class

[10:29] floooooooooral: I think you aer just the one that cared enough.
[10:29] floooooooooral: mmkay, i'll let ya go
[10:29] floooooooooral: thanks for takling this out with me.

[10:29] ggggggggggriffin: no problem
[10:29] ggggggggggriffin: later

[10:29] floooooooooral: byeee.

Thu, Jan. 18th, 2007, 11:15 am
If I could, I would

If I could make a CD right now, here is what it would have on it:

1. The Pixies - Where Is My Mind?
2. Radiohead - Karma Police
3. MIMS - This is Why I'm Hot
4. DMX & Busta Rhymes - Move
5. Twizted - Leave Me Alone
6. Scarlett - Independant Love Song
7. Emery - Holding Out For A Hero (cover)
8. Jack Johnson - Cocoon
9. Incubus - The Warmth
10. I donnoooo

okies, i have to go for a meeting in johnson. JUMP START WOOO!

Wed, Jan. 17th, 2007, 11:14 am
Sydney

This is me, writing about Sydney. Sydney Sydney Sydney, oh how i adore you.

In other news this week...well, I donno. I guess I should update you all.

Dylan and I are official now. He gets his tonsils out on Thursday. That makes us official. AND he's really really sick. But he's coming home tonight and hopefuly we will get to see each other. It's nice..we have great chemistry..and he's a cutie..and he adores me.

I had my exhibition. It went well, except for the fact that I had to have it in the CONFERENCE ROOM in guidance. But blah. I also got all my college stuffs in yesterday, so it is kinda nice to not have it hanging over my head. Now I can just wait and hope that they accept me...Yale...UVM...and Evergreen. It'll be interesting..

Adam (my brother? duh??) and I have been talking a lot lately. He's like one of my friends. we seem to always have somethign to talk about. Isaac moved otu of the house. He is living with some friends..J..Fish and Fish's mom or something like that? Either way, I'm proud of him for getting out of dad's apartment, but I am not proud of him not getting his ged.

Brittani just came in. Well actually, she is still here. Anyways, I am going to go get some lunch...mmm a bagel is the best thing this cafeteria has.

Oh yes, and sydney sydney sydney. end entry about sydsta.

PINECONES, MOTHAFUCKA!

Wed, Jan. 3rd, 2007, 08:39 am

I told Hannah that birthdays are simply to mark the time that has gone by. I told her that these are the trial years of our lives.

And yet, as I wrote this, I wondered: do I really believe this?

Fri, Dec. 29th, 2006, 06:17 pm
reminds me of chet.

Fri, Dec. 29th, 2006, 12:53 pm
Regents' Testing Program

Do you believe that banning certain books from public and school libraries is justified? Discuss.

Thu, Dec. 28th, 2006, 08:59 pm
RAH MOTHER RANt

Pretty much, I just got off the phone with my dad. He began to start lecturing me based on what my mom ranted to him about. It was really hard to listen to because my mom was there, talking to me, telling me to get off the phone with him when she's the one that told me I had to call him in the first place. But there is no reason within her apparently.

So I'm waiting for my dad's call back, once he gets home from work. Basically, I need to rant and say here all the stuff I want to say to him.

Why do I have to never do anything right? Oh, I'm a good daughter, let's find a reason to ground me! Daughters can't be good when they're seventeen. There must be some thing I can justify grounding being grounded for...something that is worth getting in trouble.
No mom, no. You don't get to say that. Am I just not supposed to have friends, or do anything? Am I not supposed to experience life? Because I never know when it's okay to do something and when it's not. Something can be a completely normal part of my life, and she couldn't care less when I do it. But one night when she's not feeling right, I start to do it and she freaks out on me. I never know when it's not going to be okay with her. So I start to ask, and before I even get to finish, she explodes. She isn't listening, obviously, or she would see the reason, the maturity, the responsibility I am trying to throw in. I'm not sorry, because I don't know what I'm supposed to be sorry for.

Here, let me start from the beginning.

I came home from shopping with Arielle and Jess. Which, by the way, we didn't drive ourselves - we had arielle's mom drive us because it was supposed to freeze tonight and we didn't know how late we would be home. I get home and i tell mom that I am giving Jess a ride to work in the morning, but I have to run her home first to get her work clothes. This is where mom gets furious and starts going off. Doesn't even let me get to the part where I ask if I can borrow the van to drive tonight, because it has studded tires. She wants to know where I am going to get the gas. Well, I was going to put gas in before taking jess home. Mom gets mad about where I am going to get the money, but doesn't care to ask. By the way, I was going to get $10 from jess, which she agreed to pay me to drive her, and I was going to use the $10 that my grandparents gave me for xmas to put gas in my car.

So then Mom flips because I don't have snow tires. Besides the fact that I was going to ask to use the van tonight, Jess knows that I do not have snow tires. I know that I do not have snow tires. Jess and i both know that if it is bad weather, I am not going to be able to drive her. I am one of the few people around here that HAS common sense. If it is freezing or storming, or even fucking snowing too much, I am not going to go out. But jess and i figure that her staying here and possibly getting a ride from me is better than her having NO chance of a way to work in the morning.

I ask Arielle if she can drop Jess off at home then, because Jess' house is right on the way to Arielle's. Arielle's mom gets all nazi and says no, even though it's not out of her way. Arielle could just pull over to the side of the road (on route 15, by the way, which arielle has to take to get to hardwick anyway), jess could climb out, and vwa-lah! you've done it.
Because Jess now has no ride home, my mom says we will drive her home, BUT WE WILL HAVE TO TAKE THE VAN BECAUSE WE CANT TAKE MY CAR!!!! As if I didn't already know that. But she wouldn't listen to me for me to say that I know I can't drive my car.
Mom said that if I couldn't end up taking jess to work tomorrow, mom would have to get up and do it. And I told her no, that we should just drop jess off at home tonight then, because I don't want to get in trouble and yelled at for Mom offering to get up to drive jess to work. And I would. It would be like "FLoral, you're grounded because I did not want to get up this morning." And in my head I would say, "I told you that you weren't going to want to, but you insisted." Of course, I can't say this because if I say any little thing to her when she's mad, she gets all defensive and acts like the victim. Like she said to jess tonight, "It is not your fault, it is about Floral's choices." You mean my choices to tell you where I am actually going, instead of just taking off? No, of course, you must mean it was a bad choice to check in with you to try to borrow the van, or to get my own fucking gas money.

Ugh, I am on the edge, here. As if I don't get fired up enough about the whole Cade deal. What is Cade's life? He sits on his computer and plays WoW (which by the way, my parents are paying for), has no job (which by the way, my parents are paying for his credit card bills), and puts his girlfriend as a priority over his family. What the fuck? He gets recognized for that? I have dumped guys multiple times because they have not been able to understand that I have to be home to take care of things. They don't understand that my family is important to me. And yet Cade gets credit for "babysitting evan." I don't think my parents know what Cade babysitting evan means. It means either mom or I makes him dinner and feeds him and spends time with him. It means that Cade is upstairs playing WoW without headphones (oh, the tragedy), and if evan needs to go to the bathroom, I am running up the stairs to get cade. That is the only thing he does for Evan. And yet I take care of everything else because I know that it needs to get taken care of, whether or not the person who is supposed to do it actually does.
Cade doesn't do anything around the house. I actually do chores. I am a senior in high school, with a 4.0 GPA and genius ACT scores, not to mention extracurriculars up the wazoo. I have worked my ass off to be here, so that I know I can get into any college I want. And that is why I am applying to Yale. Because I know I can get in, and I should be proud of that. And yet apparently I am not working hard enough and my brother that sleeps and sits on his ass all day and mooches off my parents is working so terribly hard.

I wasn't about to ask my mom for gas tonight because I knew the answer would be no. I know that I can't go places if I don't have gas in my car, and I know it is my responsibility to make sure I have it. It's not like I haven't turned people down before because of my tires or my gas. I missed out on a wonderful night with Harry - one that could have made our relationship last, because I didn't have money for gas.

So we're getting in the car and jess asks who is taking the front seat. I tell her that she can't sit in front because my mom is more comfortable with me sitting in front than with any of my friends. So I get to the words "I'll sit-" and mom interrupts me to say "You better sit in front because you're my daughter!" "-shotty." If she had actually listened to the conversation at all, she would have been able to tell that that's what I was just saying to Jess.

On the ride, I know Mom doesn't know where Jess' house is, so I tell her that I will let her know when it is coming up, and then I tell her it is on the corner of North Wolcott Road. When we get to Jess' house, mom gets all mad, telling me "THIS Is north wolcott road." "I know, mom." "Well if you would have said north wolcott road, i would have know." I DID FUCKING SAY NORTH WOLCOTT ROAD. But of course I can't tell her I said it, because then I would be grounded for being a smartass when she didn't hear me. So instead I tell her thank you for driving Jess home.

Back in Morrisville, mom starts to rant about the situation a little. Back in the summer, jess was paying me to give her rides. And mom told me back then that once school started up, I wouldn't be able to. I know that, and I've followed it. IT'S A VACATION, I DONT HAVE SCHOOL. So then Mom says that she told me back then that in the winter I wouldn't be able to give jess rides, either. No, she never told me that the winter would be a problem. We agreed that we would see how my car functions in the winter, and it is doing fine. But at the beginning of the winter, I didn't think not having snow tires would be a problem because Mom told me that I would get some.

When we get home and are getting Evan out, Mom says that she will want to get me All-seasons instead of snow tires because it doesn't snow in Washington and other tires will just get worn down quicker. Well fuck!! I have been saying that all along and she has told me that no - I must get studded tires. Well, it doesn't make much sense to pay $150 per tire when I am going to use them for two months and then never again. It just frustrates me that I say something and she tells me no, and then she says it and all of a sudden it's yes. Rawr!

I usually reason with my parents and my friends parents because I know where they are coming from. I have reached that point where I am no longer unreasonable because I'm a teenager. I'm very adult-like, actually, and can see potential concerns and don't mind not doing something that I want to do. I am the mom of my friends. I am going to be the one in Washington that tells my roommates they can't smoke in the apartment. I am the one that my friends go shopping with, not because I am a fashionista, but because I'm practical. I ask them the mom questions, like "Do they fit right around this area?" "Are you ever going to wear them after the first couple times?" "What are they made of, are they going to shrink?" and "Are they comfortable? Do you absolutely love them enough to pay the money for them? Do you need to think about them a little longer?" I am the one that cooks dinner for my friends, that makes sure they are bundled up warm when it's cold out, that makes them get a new water bottle because the old one has been growing bacteria, sitting out the past couple days. I'm the one that promotes them to lead a more health-concious life. I am the mom of my friends, so much that people actually think I am their big sister.

This bottle thing just pisses me off. I will be happy to get out of the house my mom is in because then I won't be torn between my mother and my friends. Even though I admitted to my mom that the bottles in my drawer were mine (and had been in my previous bedroom, too, she just failed to notice them), she is convinced that one of my friends was drinking them recently. She said that JEss cannot go a night without her booze. MOM! FOR GODS SAKE, JESS BARELY DRINKS, SHE DOESNT LIKE DRINKING. SHE DOESNT SMOKE POT, AND SHE JUST QUIT CIGARETTES, THOUGH SHE IS NINETEEN, SO IT DOESNT MATTER IF SHE IS SMOKING. Mom has no right to judge JEss like that and then come to me about it. I don't want to hear what she thinks of my friends, just like I tell my friends not to say to me what they think of my mom. I just don't want to get in the middle of it, it is bad news.
And why was mom looking through my drawers anyway? That keeps bugging me, but I am so scared to ask. My desk was in my room. I've been hiding her Christmas presents in there the entire time. God - can you imagine what it would have been like if she had gone through my drawers and found all her presents? I would have been so disappointed. I don't keep my mom's stuff in my desk drawers (save for xmas presents she wasnt supposed to see). Come to think of it, I don't keep any of Cade's things in them, either. She had no reason to go through my desk and that is what really angers me about the situation. DO I NOT HAVE PRIVACY? I thought she trusted me, and if she really doesn't, she needs to be able to come to me about it.

FUCK!
No way am I going to be able to go to New Year's now. My friend Dylan invited me, Arielle, Corey, Wesley, and Dinah to his apartment for a small group get-together for New Years. I swear, this apartment isn't big enough to hold more than six people anyway. Mom doesn't want me driving around at two in the morning because of all the drunk people, nor do i want to be driving home from Burlington after midnight. I wanted to have a calm, adult discussion with her tomorrow, but it looks like that has gone down the drain. There is no way she is going to drive me to btown and let me stay at Dylan's apartment in Burlington, even though Dylan and Wes have been together for years, Arielle would be all over Corey, and Dinah is a chick. It looks like I really am going to be staying home for New Years. It's not a bad thing, it's just that I don't get why she trusted me so much before, but now she does not at all. I am going to be eighteen in TWO MONTHS. Aren't I supposed to be able to be trusted moreso than when I was younger?


P.S. My mom ended up saying that I actually could have driven Jess in my car because the roads are a lot better than expected. I didn't want to drive jess to her house tonight, I wasn't expecting to, but the girl had no underwear! Honestly!

Still waiting for the "Estranged" father to call back. Take your time, daddy-o.

I am going to dance now. To crazy music. Until I get out all the anger, frustration, heartbreak (because you know, both Harry and Chet are leaving to go to Europe in fourteen days), and confusion. Until I have no energy left to do ANYTHING. Anything but collapse. Collapsing is good.

I hope Dylan text messages me back.

Wed, Dec. 27th, 2006, 12:58 pm

Oh no- here comes that sun again.
And (that) means another day without you my friend.
And it hurts me to look into the mirror at myself.
And it hurts even more to have to be with somebody else.

And it's so hard to do and so easy to say.
But sometimes - sometimes,
you just have to walk away - walk away.

With so many people to love in my life, why do I worry about one?
But you put the happy in my ness, you put the good times into my fun.

And it's so hard to do and so easy to say.
But sometimes - sometimes,
you just have to walk away - walk away and head for the door.

We've tried the goodbye so many days.
We walk in the same direction so that we could never stray.
They say if you love somebody than you have got to set them free,
but I would rather be locked to you than live in this pain and misery.
They say time will make all this go away,
but it's time that has taken my tomorrows and turned them into yesterdays.
And once again that rising sun is droppin' on down
And once again, you my friend, are nowhere to be found.

And it's so hard to do and so easy to say.
But sometimes, sometimes you just have to walk away, walk away and head for the door.
You just walk away - walk away - walk away.
You just walk away, walk on, turn and head for the door.

Wed, Dec. 27th, 2006, 12:55 pm
One Thing To Say





I wish I'd stayed the night.



Fri, Dec. 22nd, 2006, 09:03 am
The School's IP Address

24.38.128.2


Hack away, my friends!

Thu, Dec. 21st, 2006, 03:53 pm
My Soundtrack ( I burned it! )

IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE?

So, here's how it works:
1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every question, type the song that's playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button
6. Don't lie and try to pretend you're cool...




Opening Credits: Ani Difranco - Both Hands

Waking Up: Presidents of the USA - Peaches

First Day At School: Elliot Smith - Tomorrow Tomorrow

Falling In Love: Cherish - After All (oh god, i'm screwed)

Breaking Up: The Pixies - Where is My Mind?

Prom: Mindless Self Indulgence - Dicks Are For My Friends (HAHA!)

Life: Will Smith - Switch

Mental Breakdown: Marilyn Manson - The Golden Age of Grotesque

Driving: MSI - London Bridge (sounds like me)

Flashback: Blink 182 - Don't Leave Me

Wedding: Melissa Ethridge - Lover Please (oh the irony!)

Birth of Child: Elliot Smith - Amity

Final Battle: Placebo - Taste In Men (HAHAHAHAHAHAHA)

Death Scene: New Radicals - Flowers (perfect.)

Funeral Song: OK Go - Shortly Before The End

End Credit: Jack Johnson - Times Like These

Tue, Dec. 19th, 2006, 08:52 am
It's snowing.

him.

Sun, Dec. 17th, 2006, 10:31 am
your dreamy exterior can mask a pretty tough crust

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Fri, Dec. 15th, 2006, 10:12 am

Would you do this?

1. Join the Military or the Mob?
Yeah I would. Hell yeah.

2. Turn a close friend in if they committed a serious offense ex. murder?
a murder? Yes! I'd be afraid. I hate when people die, dammit!

3. Make one porno if it meant never having to work again?
Oh hell yes!

4. Cheat on your bf/gf with your biggest crush if there was no possibility that they would EVER find out?
Yeah, but then I would probably tell them what happened afterward.

5. Eat spoiled food from the garbage or go hungry?
Eat Spoiled food, man. I don't wanna die!

What if...

1. In your relationship you find out you are going to have a baby but one of you doesn't want it. Who has the right to choose?
They both do. The woman can keep it, but I don't think the man should be forced into caring for a child that he didn't agree to. And I think she should have it and give it to the man if he really wants.

2. Your partner had to work overseas for a year, would you consider playing around?
Mmmm If I really loved him, then I wouldn't even consider playing around.

3. You find out before having sex for the first time with your partner that they have a highly contagious STD, would you still have sex with them?
It would depend...do I love them? Am I secure in our relationship with the knowledge that I won't regret it later? And of course, we'd use protection!!

4. You are in a serious accident in the middle of nowhere and your only chance of survival is to cut off your own arm, would you do it?
Agreed that this doesn't make sense. Wouldn't I just bleed to death? Why would cutting off my arm be my only chance of survival? No, I wouldn't. You know what I would do? I would pick up my cell phone and dial 9-1-fucking-1! And if I wasn't in a service area, like somewhere in Hard Green, I would still dial 911, motha fucka. I'd go to the nearest house because I wouldn't be traveling all by myself through the wilderness without being prepared. Idiots.

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