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Name: Kathy Location: Allentown, Pennsylvania, United States Birthday: 9/3/1990 Gender: Female
Interests: Music, Playing Bass, Playing Electric Guitar, Writing, Hanging out with friends... Expertise: Won't know for awhile yet... Occupation: Student Industry: Other
Message: message me AIM: lx Guns Go Bang
Member Since:
9/24/2005
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| "Baby, I'm bad news." Fighting, doubting eachother, over analyzation, more fighting, and the cyle starts all over again. What is this supposed to be? I never thought it was ever supposed to get to be like this ever, yet here we are and it has gotten to that point. We swore it wouldn't get to this point, I guess it wasn't something we could control. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do about it either. "There's a pretty young thing in front of you And she's real pretty And she's real into you And then she's sleeping inside of you And the talking leads to touching And the touching leads to sex And then there is no mystery left." I keep asking myself, "Maybe there is something wrong with me. Maybe I am the problem." I wonder if I am. I keep thinking maybe I'm the one that causes the fighting, the doubting, the over analyzation, the entire fucking cycle that was never supposed to come to exist. Much Love, Kathy | | |
| So, our snowblower broke 12 times... complicated story... and my brother wanted to leave but due to the level of snow he could get his car out of the driveway so I laughed at him. Bad idea, he ended throwing me into the snow with my pajamas on and I got a load of snow in my pants. We didn't actually finish the driveway until midnight. What really sucks is Saturday I have to train for firefighting and I am going to freeze my ass off. All day training session I will be ready for you once I get used to the cold weather which wil be... NEVER! That is going to suck majorly. Hopefully Meg will be there though. Meg= this fantasmical (yes I did just use fantasmical because fantastic isn't enough) and adorable Pit Bull mix. Who would have known a pit bull could be so sweet and cute. I used to think they were supposed to be like death dogs that kill and eat little children. I need to learn how to get more sleep, but everything is alright because I have hot cocoa, pocky, yan yan, and my stuffed otter which I got from my mother for valentines day. | | |
| And sometimes I wish that life were easy. I think my migrains need to go away and that I need to stop being confused. I need to figure out what I am doing.
Life was so much easier when nobody spoke English and we all went around oblivious to what people said. Those were the days. The days where I used to sit around on the playset at the park and lick Japanese lollipops and the only worries then were how do we get directions and that was up to my parents. Edit: I hate when people never call me back nor do they respond to me. Time to go lie back in my bed while it snows for the rest of today. Might as well bring some food with me because it is good. | | |
| I think life has gotten to the point where it is dull and I need something new to take my time up and if I don't find that something I'm going to go insane. Yeah, I am one of those people who can't be in one place for more than a day in a row and has to have something new going on in life or I get bored. I figured that is why I become destructive when I have nothing to do. Time to join something I enjoy or start something I enjoy because being bored kills. Caitlyn, you don't make me bored so don't get that idea into your head that you do. Okay. Good. Much love, The Kathy | | |
| ... shit cock sucking mother fucker... Ah, crap. ^-^ I'm alright. And if you are wondering what in the fuck is wrong with me consider that it is now 4:33 AM and for the past week or two the only sleep I get is naps afterschool for an hour or two. Heh, I have issues. I am going to go debate peircing my nose or not to. The down side would be that my mother might be HIGHLY pissed because I didn't get it done professionally. Yet, my dad hates peircings so I wouldn't be able to get it done until I was 18. Hmmm... time to debate... | | |
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