oh jenny lewis and hershey’s chocolate…
what would i do without you?
you guys + me = bff <3
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considering the park isn’t even open yet…
it amazes me how much work can piss me off.
dear sixflags,
bite me.
dear newmans II,
bite me twice.
dear miss cindy [or whoever did the placing for this season],
i’d like to invite you at your earliest convenience
to kiss my undercarriage. &stabshearts;
love all around,
lyssa
dear lyssa,
if myspace were a creative writing class… you’d fail.
boohoosad,
tom [creator of myspace]
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my dearest brendon urie,
though i unfortunately will not be dancing to your music live…
it doesn’t change the fact that one day i will make babies to the
sound of your voice being accompanied by a drummachine and
a possible rock guitar.
mmhmm,
lyssa! at the disco
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hey yo twatmilk!,
come into town more often.
nigga out!,
douche mcnasty
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dear face,
if you don’t stop being ugly i’m going to have you surgically
removed. don’t laugh… i mean it this time! i may have made
the same threat a few years back after viewing my puketastic
senior pictures.. but alot has changed since then. technology
has advanced. studies have been made. tests have been run.
it’s possible now. you listening face?! if the ugly doesn’t cease…
your fired!
lovelove,
lyssa<3
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dear boy who smells like koolaid and sits next to me in english,
i have morals… not herpes.
if you have any more inappropriate questions you’d like to
ask.. feel free to write me a letter.. and then insert said letter
into your bum.
kthksbye,
lyssa
i’m glad school has started again.
it’s not good when i have alot of free time.
example one:
yesterday i got into a heated argument with Tucker, my cat.
harsh words were said, paws were thrown, there was biting
on both of our parts. in the end, he may have won but i think
i got my point across.
example two:
yeah.
it’s sad when the most exciting thing you can think of to do
is put on “camo” makeup and try to blend yourself into the
new comforter on the bed in the guest room.
it’s even more sad when you take pictures and post them on
the internet as if you have no shame.
in other news…
i successfully managed to whack myself in the eye with a
glowstick while driving home from work the other night.
i think it’s safe to say i was not the brightest person driving
on I-20 that evening.
i have so much crap to be thankful for…
colorful gloves. gay tv. tegan and sara. circus crowds. cowgirls. myspace [and the fact that i can post this exact same thing in there and it won't matter because nataly is the only one who reads it]. glowsticks on strings. rent [musicals.. not money owed]. people who give lightshows. cold nights. warm bodies. celesbians. techno music. starbucks coffee. hugs. badly decorated pictures with words on them. bruised arms/legs. fuzzy cats. nail polish. music videos. sign language games. and most importantly… friends who love and support you [regardless] and aren’t afraid to make gay jokes when you’re trying to park a car.
lisa is my hero.
try your best not to scream.
button.
glooooves<3
it’s the little things that make me happy.
selling my cds/dvds for cash to get me through the weekend is not one of them.
RENT <3
last night i had a dream i was at work and for some reason ESO
wouldn’t let Lethy (friend/lead) and i clock in for the Canteen…
we had to go to rides and run Superman. in my dream there was a
button you weren’t supposed to touch. Isaac told us ”if you push it..
they’ll die.” so naturally we pushed it. [because that's how we roll.]
and sure enough… all the people on the ride died. there were bodies
everywhere and Cory (the supervisor watching over us) was like,
“well… i’m gonna have to write you up for this. but since you are
‘Canteen People’ they shouldn’t give you more than a warning.” and
then we got free hotdogs and sang Weezer songs the rest of our shift.
what i got out of the dream:
in Rides you get paid less… but they’ll let you get away with murder.
and in other news…
i have 3 six flags tickets i don’t need. if anyone wants to buy them…
let me know. cause i’m sure after hearing my dream.. you’re dying to go.
haha.. dying. sorry.. bad joke.. not funny. i’ll just.. leave.. now.
i’d like to take this opportunity to shamelessly whore myself:
to be honest… myspace is kinda pointless. it’s just
exciting to see people on there that i know.
and in other news:
♥ today – lunch date
♥ Nov 8th – voting (not a big deal for most… HUGE for me)
♥ Nov 12th – mah birfffday
♥ Nov 18th – harry potter and the goblet of fire
♥ Nov 23rd – RENT <3 <3 <3
sorry this was a complete waste of your time.
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