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[30 Dec 2006|12:46am] Re-add me at Lemon_Speak losing fuel?

[26 Dec 2006|11:09pm] wow. losing fuel?

[25 Dec 2006|10:20am] I have sexx boots and chocolate and ani difranco and slipper socks. I am one happy camper. Merry Christmas, lovelies. peace out girl scout♥ losing fuel?

[16 Dec 2006|06:25am] ( Jaded ) 2 gasoline puddles.| losing fuel?

[28 Nov 2006|10:07pm] Miss Katrina has assigned me the letter B. comment and I'll give you a letter to make your own list with :^) 1. Bubbles 2. Bikini Kill 3. Boytoys 4. Boggle 5. Blankets 6. Banter 7. Boots 8. Books 9. Best Friends 6 gasoline puddles.| losing fuel?

[16 Nov 2006|10:42pm] ( Adventure: Part 1- As I was Smoking a Cigarette. ) A fictional beginning by Violet. 1 gasoline puddles.| losing fuel?

[16 Nov 2006|06:00pm] I just drove with my mom. I pumped gas and didn't hit anyone/thing. ...yay? 2 gasoline puddles.| losing fuel?

[13 Nov 2006|08:36pm] ( my secret wish. ) 2 gasoline puddles.| losing fuel?

[10 Nov 2006|01:12pm] Beginnings of a new song It's been a year since then tangled up in never-endings our lives were a storybook this is the real world now we are done with all pretendings our lives are an open book. Shoot me down, shoot me down so I don't have to fly alone no don't shoot me down, don't shoot me down girl I may want to fly alone I have walked so far over glass and over fire just to say I can My feet are sore my hands are cold my eyes are tired lay my body down. Shoot me down, shoot me down so I don't have to fly alone no don't shoot me down, don't shoot me down girl I may want to fly alone losing fuel?

[15 Oct 2006|08:47pm] so, all of my music on iTunes was deleted [again] but somehow, all of my brother's music is still sitting there, playable and happy. So now I'm downloading loads of new music. Comment with some suggestions. ♥ 2 gasoline puddles.| losing fuel?

[29 Sep 2006|07:03pm] This is Kitty on Violet's journal. We are going to get really drunk tonight. losing fuel?

[24 Sep 2006|10:35pm] [ music | breathe- anna nalick ] If I packed myself up in a box, with my hands handcuffed behind my back, and shipped myself to Siberia, how much would I be missed? I am on the verge of tears for no reason at all. 6 gasoline puddles.| losing fuel?

[19 Sep 2006|11:55am] oh life. 1 gasoline puddles.| losing fuel?

[05 Aug 2006|12:25am] 1 gasoline puddles.| losing fuel?

[25 Jul 2006|01:32am] "Have you ever tried to remember what it was like in the womb?" Talks on the road, a tradition now shared only between us. We examine the stars and each other's faces by the light of our cigarettes. Discovering the meaning of life every night. It's always the same, which gives us a sense of security. I am a tough little chick, they say. But I'll cry in front of people, with my face ruddy and pinched, my eyelashes clinging together in wet clumps like when I wear too much mascara. We laugh, calling ourselves Mirror Whores. We dance with our hips and hands above our heads to Shakira. We skank in angry circles to angry punk music. Shoulders and chest are the choice places to move for any techno, and ass for all ghetto shit. Tear out glossy magazine pictures of beautiful women and hang them up on walls. Tattoo buildings with "Faerie Territory". Paint ourselves. Believe in magic. Be magic. 9 gasoline puddles.| losing fuel?

Once again I'll resort to this. [02 Aug 2005|03:05am] beautiful banner by yellow__crayon 39 gasoline puddles.| losing fuel?

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