Yeah, I admit it.
I'm wallowing in a sea of teenage angst. I'll post once I get my head screwed on straight, cause if I post before then, it'll all be whinning, and that just wouldn't be cool.
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I'm wallowing in a sea of teenage angst. I'll post once I get my head screwed on straight, cause if I post before then, it'll all be whinning, and that just wouldn't be cool.
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Oh where oh where has my little sister gone? oh where oh where can she be?
Posted by: Robyn | March 13, 2005 08:34 PM
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Mookie can i get your phone number?
It'll REALLY piss your dad off.
I'm talking SERIOUSLY pissed here...and in the end, isn't that what every teenager is looking for?
Posted by: Collins | March 15, 2005 05:45 PM
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Why do you want my lil' sis' phone number besides pissing my dad off? He prolly won't get pissed anyways, he'd prolly just laugh!
Posted by: Robyn | March 15, 2005 07:46 PM
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Hey there's a legal one! You just brought your father a whole new level of torture, my friend.
Posted by: Collins | March 15, 2005 07:59 PM
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Torturing my dad, my favorite pasttime...haha. But alas, he would still just find it humorous...
Posted by: Robyn | March 15, 2005 08:07 PM
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Are you still full of it?
Teenage angst, that is.
Posted by: Victor and his fifteen pet rats | March 18, 2005 10:52 AM
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Mookie is Spring Breaking it with her sister down at the beach. She might post from there, but she won't be home until next weekend.
Posted by: Ted | March 19, 2005 12:28 PM