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Boswell Survivors
not everyone that goes in comes back out again...and those that do return are rarely the same....
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Reaper1122
Hey people, Seems like allot more people might be reading this now, so I will try to keep it straight and cut the BS. Allot has changed over the years since I first started blogging in High School, but some of the basics are still the same. I love Music, Gaming, Reading, and Movies. I really have too many hobbies for one person. I' have a wonderful wife who I love and admire. My friends all are great people. They put up with my crap and I consider all of them people I can look up to. -
mandy415263
Inside, I'm doing cartwheels-upside down, naked. But outside? Outside, I'm just keepin' cool. -
theAmish
About Me: well i'm sorry ma'am i don't exactly know you and if i don't know you how then do you expect me to write about you. Here is your $10 back...I...I just can't do it. -
FoxyMonica
well lets see here.......I am slightly cracked.....i think i may even be broken!!!!lol there is no telling what is going on in my mind. anyway that is me...... -
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Krus
I often quote myself, it adds spice to my conversation. -
Pstar8705
I do what i do n when i do it, its DONE!...simple as that -
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cyborg1214
Whats crackinnin yall. I'm 18. I go to Boswell and I'm a soccer player. I also play for the EMSA Bullets which is going to kick some ass this year cuz I'm now on it. I am a ex,I REPEAT,ex band guy. I played trombone but not anymore. WOHO. Now I play the one thing that matters in life. MY GUITAR. Kirkley's gay and is a gorilla. So for Boswell, GRRR. but to the ppl out there live like u will die tomorrow. Wild and crazy. I'm sorta a song writer. Well I try anyway. Some of them are in my xanga. AND THERE NOT FLIPPIN POEMS PPL! -
jeordi
I am on a path to self-destruction once more. Everything I ever loved or knew vanished and emptiness has filled its place. I have lost my mind, and I am seeing gray skies through bloodshot eyes. The comfort I find in alcohol is sickening, but life seems so much better in my drunken stupor. I am living for today when I know I should be living for tomorrow.













