Devious Journal EntryThough I actually have nothing to write. I have no scanner so there will probably never be art, or as near to art as I get, here again, but at least this journal entry will get that big long meme off and stop stretching my whatever-that-main-page-thing's called.
And now I shall leave, for all I can think of to say is to write about how much I love my Doc Martens. Or cheesecake. I like cheesecake too.
Miserable
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"They ain't got no roots, rock or rebel."
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"They ain't got no roots, rock or rebel."
you'll like this one XD
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"They ain't got no roots, rock or rebel."
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I'm so adjective, I verb nouns.
Tagged ya
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"They ain't got no roots, rock or rebel."
I've come to Jo you.
I've come to play my trumpet so loud every woodwind player will run into a never ending bog.
Dude, fear my mad skills in general.
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"They ain't got no roots, rock or rebel."
And pssssh, your mad trumpetting skillz are no match against my (admittedly not so mad) saxophone skillz volume-wise!
Spider-pig, spider-pig....
ANNNND I saw the Spiderpigness for the very first time on friday ^_________^;;;;
It amused me greatly XP
ps- love that emoticon
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"They ain't got no roots, rock or rebel."
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