The Mind of Me

I R Smart

Mon, 30 Jun 2008 21:20:05 GMT

Your result for The Commonly Confused Words Test ...
English Genius

You scored 100% Beginner, 93% Intermediate, 93% Advanced, and 80% Expert!
You did so extremely well, even I can't find a word to describe your excellence! You have the uncommon intelligence necessary to understand things that most people don't. You have an extensive vocabulary, and you're not afraid to use it properly! Way to go!

To find this test I hope you are friends with the roomie. I couldn't get the directions to paste.

Words I know, computers, I don't

new year so lets decide that we hate ourselves and need to change

Wed, 02 Jan 2008 01:21:41 GMT

I am not going on a diet. I am not going to be nicer to anyone. I dont want my person to change in any way. I could say that I woll quit smoking, lose weight, beccome a professional wrestler, whatever. But since I have very little chance of even deciding that I want any of those things, I will give you this.

I will meet new, worthy, people and make new friends.

I will meet a special someone even if its only special for a short time

I will try not to fuck up my life and the few friendships I have left.

Hows that?

Thu, 22 Nov 2007 06:24:13 GMT

Dear Santa...

Dear Santa,

This year I've been busy!

Last month on a flight to Colorado Springs, I stole the emergency flight information card (-40 points). In August I ruled Asscrackistan as a cruel and heartless dictator (-700 points). In March I helped masterxast see the light (8 points). In May I had a shoot-out with rival gang lords on the 5 near LA (-76 points). Last Tuesday I saved a busload of nuns in Angola (326 points).

Overall, I've been naughty (-482 points). For Christmas I deserve a moldy sandwich!

Sincerely,
lyssamariha

I miss

Mon, 22 Oct 2007 07:13:59 GMT

I miss your smile
the way we would laugh at shared jokes
I miss knowing that you would be there
that I could call you anytime
I miss knowing that you got me
I miss that spot on the couch
the one where I would sit with my head on your shoulder
I miss hearing about your day
laughing with you
cooking with you
sleeping with you
sleeping next to you
I miss knowing how much you care
I miss your kiss
the safety of your arms
How can I miss you so much?
You dont exist.

Yes. It's emo goodness from Lyssa tonight. Im lonely. I thought that I was in need of a one night stand. Then I thought maybe I need a harem of people. Slowly over time I came to the realization that what I need is much less physical then emotional. I find myself indulging in fantasy. Ones where I am connected with the one who does not exist. Perfect for me, knows when to hold me tight and keep the world away, or just back off and give me space to work through my own head. I feel myself avoiding people that have what I want. I am surrounding myself safely in other single women. Cant do this with single men. Might make a mistake. Had to catch myself a few times from going with the train wreck but available answer. Its getting harder to do. Caught myself going through the list of singles that i know in a ruthless machination to seduce someone...anyone...to feel wanted again. This is not the person that I want to be. I feel myself withdrawing inside. I smile, but I am starting to wonder if it ever reaches my eyes anymore. I no longer take joy in the things that used to give me pleasure. Reading isnt keeping my attention. Dancing isnt giving me that spark that I used to get. Ive been going to the bar and drinking alot, but its a small step from drinking alone in front of my TV. So, thats my life now. I dont want to go home to my empty house, fall asleep in my empty bed and wake up in the morning knowing that noone is there. True, Valkyrie will be home from the trip soon, sure I pick up kiddo tomorrow, but this is not what I mean. You know. I want someone who reminds me that I am special...before I forget that I am. I think that I still think that Im special. I know that I remember how to fake it.

I suck!

Sun, 23 Sep 2007 09:26:48 GMT

I didnt call someone today(well, yesterday)

She knows who she is. Happy birthday! Forgive my overworked, undertimed unworthy self. I do love you dearly. I promise, I did mean to call. I have no excuses good enough. I grovel at your feet.

Happy Birthday. I hope that you are doing fabulous. Shall I make it up to you in cake?

His name is Chuck and he likes....

Mon, 10 Sep 2007 06:19:47 GMT

So. Im at Cartel. Im talking to Diana. We are having a lovely chat about nothing really, when a strange little man comes up to our table and just....stands there. For like a whole minute. Then he goes about the intro thing, whereupon he recieves my fake name. Lyssa. Yup. I use it in life too. Anyway, then he stands there for another minute and tries to start up small talk. Opening line? "So, what do you like to do? Im not gay....but I like dildos." What??? Really dude? Thats how you are going to try to show two pretty girls your sparkling wit? Thats what you come up with? OH MY! So, obviously, the conversation dies a horrible flaming....no...FLAMING death. All trains of thought suddenly go carreening down a cliff to a horrid explosion of thought. Diana and I can't stop laughing at this guy. Really, a pickup line like that deseves an immediate response from the gene pool lifeguards. "YO, YOU! OUTTA THE POOL!!"

On a more important note. The sky is still up. The ground is still down. I GOT A JOB AT TORRID!!!!!!!! The real Torrid, not Torrid lite in the Galleria, the real Torrid in West County. Can you say dream job? I know you can. This puts me on track for the 10 year plan. Myah haha.

my baby's blood

Fri, 03 Aug 2007 06:45:17 GMT

Today I saw more of my baby's blood then I ever wish to see again.

We had a great morning. We colored, we tickled, we played. We had fun just hanging about the house in our jammies. Sweetie wanted quality time this morning and, because she's my baby, I was happy to oblige. It was certainly better then doing nothing or just reading. It was a idyllic morning altogather. After awhile though, hunger struck us both. I peeked in the freezer and remembered that I went in on a big box of sweetmeat sticks with the roomie! For those of you who are scrathong our heads at that, sweetmeat sticks are VERY taste kabobs. So, I made some. Baby loves them and I loves them so we had a great lunch. After lunch we were struck by thirst. We had nothing good to drink. "Baby, get dressed and put your shoes on. Time to run to the gasstation."
She tripped. She knocked over her plate of skewers. She landed with one of them in her foot. Yes. IN HER FOOT. I pulled it out and blood was gushing so hard I couldnt tell if it had gone through the top of the foot, or through the whole foot. I freaked a bit, I'll admit. I called my grandma to drive us to the hospital thinking that it would be better if I was in the back seat keeping pressure on it rather then drive all freaked out.
So, we get to the hospital. And.....we wait. Then we get a room, and......we wait more. A LOT MORE. We are givin oxycotin in liquid form ( had no idea that it existed that way) and we are taken to Xray. AND.......are you guessing?.....we wait. We get the Xrays and it's back to our room and back to our waiting. Doctor finally comes, looks at her for a minute, slaps some neosporin and a bandaid on it andc proclaimes her fine. Watch for infection, no baths for a few days, and oh, by the way, she'll need a tetnus shot. This last part, understandably, will suck. ALOT. I remember my last tetnus shot. I couldn't lift my arm for a week. She was on heavy painkillers that had her jumping up and down and spacing out, but she damn well felt that.

I did not like seeing my baby bleeding. She nicked that vein on the top of the foot, so it bled alot. It was all over her leg and foot, my hands, the skewer (obviously) and there are now stains in the carpet of my baby's blood.

She is now at Grammy's house. I still had to go to work and Grammy and I decided that family was better then daycare after that ordeal. Plus, I wasn't all too certain the daycare would want a five year old that was high as a kite on painkillers.

I hope that she is sleeping well. I expect nightmares of my baby's blood not washing off my hands.

updates or whatever

Wed, 01 Aug 2007 00:52:41 GMT

So. I am trying to enroll my Angel in school. This has proven to be quite difficult seeing as how A: I don't have the two grand needed for full time Kindergarten. and B: I don't actually live in the district of choice. Oops. Well, It's taking a bit, but I think I will have her enrolled in 1/2 time and will have figured out how to schedule life around that.

Other then that. C took me to a concert the other night. Some radio station thing, but OH MY GODS!! It ROCKED!! Stray Cats and Pretenders! She (C) was a little upset by the soulless people surrounding us. They didn't move, sing, clap, anything while we made complete fools of ourselves, singing, dancing in our seats, having FUN. I didn't care. I made a few comments about it, but mostly ignored them.

Oh yeah. And I met a guy at Pagan Picnic that has been interesting. Don't really seeing it go anywhere, but that's okay by me. He's interesting to talk to and has many stories to keep me entertained.

So, thats life in a nutshell, and I'm the nut.

Ahhhh, the pagan-y goodness

Tue, 17 Jul 2007 04:21:46 GMT

OOOOHHHHH the sunburn! I angered the sungods mightily on Saturday and they smited me. So, what do I do? I go again. I get smited AGAIN! They were angry with me for not taking their warnings. I am now a very very painfully red celt.

I had good times though. There was flirting, There was song and dance. There was inappropriate conversation. It was harmless(almost! red red red!) fun.

Was hoping to see a few more faces there. If you werent there, shame. You know who you are.

oh squee though. I did so very much enjoy myself. Part of my wishes that it lasted longer. My Sunburned cleavage on the other hand thinks that two days was enough.

Met a guy there. Dunno about him yet. I am supposed to hear from him in an hour and chat with him for a while. He seemed intellegent and witty. He was my typical type(yes, I know that was repetitive), phyically.

Took my baby yeasterday, She seemes to have inherited both his inability to burn and my inability to tan. All day in the sun and she still looks like I keep her locked in a dark room somewhere. Pale Baby!

Cutting this off though, since I am bored with the whole "out in public, but not talking to anyone" thing.

birthdays, leavings, and what the hell is wrong with me?

Mon, 28 May 2007 04:23:34 GMT

I celebrated my kiddos birthday today at my moms house after all my notsocareful planning went to shit. First all the pavilions at the park were taken, then inclement weather ensued. So, at the last second, we switched it over to my moms house and instead of BBQ we cooked the hamburgers and brats inside. All in all it was a great party and my kiddo now knows how loved (read spoiled rotten) she really is. It's great really, some minor panic attacks on my part beforehand, but once we went to plan B, things went well. As I explained to my ex's wife today, my family arent planners, but they are big believers in making things work out. This is a talent that has gotten me by when most would have given in.

Tomorrow, my kiddo goes to Virginia. 6-8 weeks, I will be without her. I am stating this right now. I will need help from you, my dear friends, during this time. I was without her for only a couple of weeks at Christmas time and I started to think the BAD THOUGHTS. Admittedly, I am not in the middle of nowhere now, and I am surrounded by you, my friends, but I will probably be needy, depressed and emo during this time. On the other hand, if I get withdrawn and stop coming around, somebody drag me out. Please. I know how pathetic I am sounding, but I dont do well with out my kiddo. Unfortunate, but I do believe that SHE needs to have Daddy Time. Good for a well rounded soul or something like that. I just wish that daddy would move his ass back to StL so that she could have Daddy Time without me having to go through this.

I know, I know, Im so emo, right. well, I suppose that it happens to the best of us at some time or another. Ive spent the last couple of weeks feeling unloved, unlovable, and, dare I say it, ugly. No, this is not me fishing for compliments and I would be greatly annoyed to find my email, myspace, LJ, or whatever flooded with I love yous or some such crap. I am just trying to get these kind of thoughts out of my head and out into the world so that they quit plaguing me.

Later!

(insert some strange rambling thought here)

Sun, 27 May 2007 03:55:18 GMT

So, apperantly, the voices in my head have set up house and dont really feel like leaving at this time, thankyouverymuch. HHHMMMMM...... so she stays. I always thought multiple personalities sounded like fun? well, as always as never can be anyway.

My sweetie turns the big 0-5 tomarrow. I am not entirely sure if I am comfortable with that. I wonder what happened to my baby? She was so little...

She is a great kiddo though and I couldnt have made another person who is such a mini me while still managing to be her own person. I love her dearly and couldnt be prouder of her if I tried.

I miss a friend. I hope like hell that he is enjoying every moment of life in his new place.

I have been pondering ex's recently. Some in different ways then others, but mostly I ponder the things that ended it and the where they are in life now. Some of my ex's are married, some are coupled, some are single. I worry about some of them and if they are happy, I am still friends with quite a few of them. I am less then friends with quite a few too. I try not to think about the what if's though. What if they were interested still/again? What if I was? What if we hadn't had that conversation/that fight/that unreconcilable difference? I try to stay away from thoughts what would it be like if we dated. I try even harder to stay away from some as I have not completely lost the ability to think of them in an non sexual way.

I think that I may be lonely. I was recently involed in a non involement, and while I dont mean with that person, I think that I want more out of life then a non involvement with someone, but I would hate to doom myself to an all or nothing mindset also. I dont know what is going on in my head.

I was having a slight flirtation with a neighbor, but I think that we both lost interest before it even hit the cheesy pickup level of flirtation.

I wonder.

I have been working alot of crazy hnours these past few days and I think that it's starting to affect my sanity or at least my ability to think. I have been going on too much caffiene and too little sleep. Since I have the additional benefit of standing on the job, my heels have turned in their list of complaints with the current body management and are demanding better treatment or they will strike. I think that while I slept last night they were making posters. I tried to explain that if my body was Union, I wouldnt be an out of shape asthmatic smoker, but they are being very stubborn in their ideals.

I miss my dancing night. Since bosslady decided that she liked me working Saturday mornings, I havent been able to dance. Sadness is mine here. I like the Friday night time warp to the 80's. It is still my fave music anyway.

(insert some strange rambling thought here)

well, I cant say that Im surprised here.

Sun, 20 May 2007 04:38:37 GMT

Your Score: The submissive one

You scored 44

Based on these results, we can see that you're submissive. You dont sacrifice your own desires for your partner, but you certainly put your partner's needs before your own, and you are relatively obedient.

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voices in my head and spraypaint on my nails

Tue, 15 May 2007 04:11:37 GMT

Well, as of last wednesday, a voice in my head died a painful death. Oddly and geekily, I refer to my character in a game. Arrianna died last wednesday. It was some great roleplay (except that I died at the end, that kinda sucked!) and I enjoyed it alot. I know that as a player, I made some mistakes, but oh well. It was, after all, just a character in a game. Now, if I could just get her voice out of my head. Ive been playing this character for just shy of 2 years and I find myself thinking like her very often. Im such a geek. Anyway, there really truly are NO hard feelings with anyone over this. I am NOT gonna throw a fit, or whine, or quit game over this. I may have to play an NPC for a bit, but thats just til I get Arrianna out of my head. I am working on the background for a new character now, but I think I'll still have to take a little break anyway.

I have spray paint on my nails. I am NOT amused by this. I will have to fix my nails tomorrow. I dont like beige nails. But Lyssa, why do you have spraypaint on your nails, you ask. Well, I'll tell you. I spent a few hours today, vandelizing my ex's mother's house.
Sounds fun, huh? Dont worry, my friends, it was all legal and at the behest of the local authorities. They had ticketed her for her garage being all crap-tastic and gross so, instead of following my heavily worded advice, she bought 16 or so cans of beige spray paint! So, knowing that this was a BAD IDEA, I helped her spraypaint her garage. My nails may not recover and I seem to have lost feeling in the pad of my finger.

SO, this is my life. enjoy!

the good, the better, and the disappointing

Thu, 19 Apr 2007 00:59:03 GMT

Oh, my. I love dancing. I didn't think that I could ever love getting out, in front of people no less, and acting like a fool. Really, I dance terribly, like a serious case of white boy syndrom combined with a seizure and a puppet with a psychotic puppet master. But it is good. It is good for the soul, even. On other fronts.....

Stranger in a Strange Land may not be such a bad book anyway. Three words out of it and my goodness, did it make me smile.

Speaking of words, I think that I broke someone's words today. I've certainly never heard a talkative person go so quiet. Talent? YES.

Now, for the disappointing....do you remember, a long time ago, I wrote about a park that I went to as a kid and finding that it had a nice, magical place where I could escape from the world? I could not see anyone, nor could they see me? Well, I went back there today. It has changed drastically. I think that the big storms knocked some of the trees down and the park people tried to clear it up a little. It no longer looks Fae, it looks planned. And, far worse, kids with spray paint have tagged all over it, even on living trees.

Well, my dears, that's all I have for you. If you are confused.....oh well.

dead dog

Wed, 04 Apr 2007 03:44:50 GMT

dead dog

So, as it turns out, I am not completely heartless after all. Maggie, one of the ex's dogs, died yesterday. I was supposed to take her to be put down today since we knew there was no saving her. (For anyone who is confused, I volunteered for this since his mom doesn't have a car and he lives in another state. I am still close with his mother. She watches the kiddo for me often.) Anyway, the dog died last night and my involvement changed to taking her remains to be cremated. So, I pick call every guy I know, trying to get a hold of anyone who can help me lift her. When I get to the house, I see her, laying there with one paw tucked under her body and her eyes still half open. I cried. When I say that, I mean, I waited for a moment because it looked like she would start to thump her tail and woof at me if I just waited a second and when she didn't, I bawled like a little girl. So, soon after I wipe my face, my friend shows up. He helps load her into his car (mines too cluttered and small for this job) follows me to the Animal Hosp., and they take her away. I proceed to lose it again. I didn't realize that I got to care so much for the dog in the 3 years that I lived with the ex. She was a sweet dog. Stupid, but loving.

Ex drove all day today, to come into town to help his daughter grieve the loss of her pet. And to grieve himself, I'm sure. By the time he got here, I had already told her that her dog died. I had also reminded her about it when we went to Grammy's house and she started looking for Maggie. So, after being there for a few hours, which was an uncomfortable flashback for me, Ex walks through the door and I am forgotten for the rest of the night. Don't think for a minute that I am bummed about this, this was expected. I am here everyday, daddy is missed every day and she hasn't seen him since just after New Years. I fully expected it, and I have to say that I am so grateful that kiddo has a daddy who loves her so much and that she has such a wonderful connection with. I am sorry that he moved away and she only gets to see him now and then.

Well, he's here for a week or two and I'm kidless for the time being. Let her get some good, quality, daddy time in. She needs it. I'm gonna get caught up in school work and job search for a while.

it's all about the timing.

Mon, 05 Mar 2007 06:14:38 GMT

why is it, that when I have to rush up here, to my mothers shop, at 9pm, with the kiddo in order to do my homework things like this happen?

I rush, I work, I melt my brain. I get a B. high B even. (cause Im so smart!) but really, MELTED grey matter. Anyway, I check my email,I do the assignments, I take the tests, I worked about three hours, and then when I check my email afterwards?

"After several emails from students, I am reminded that this week is spring break, so you have one extra week to complete assignments."

And yeah, something similar from another of the teachers. But, as a bonus, one of the teachers does not consider us on break until the week after so I still have some work I get to do thins week. AAAARRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHH!

homecoming

Thu, 25 Jan 2007 19:22:57 GMT

so, Im coming home. To stay. If I havent called you and told you why then assume its because I dont want everyone to know and that you arent on the "select few" list that gets to know about stuff. Harsh? yes. True? Yes again. hmm..with the exception of one person, whos number Ive lost again.

Anyway, a few weeks and I'll be home. YYYYYEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!

I'll start out city life with a cell phone with a 660 area code. Sorry about that but, there it is.

also sorry about the fact that I cant remember the number. Ive never actually used it. Its a go phone and I dont get reception out here so I havenever gotton to call anyone with it. And before you ask why I have a cell phone when I get no reception, it was bought for me for xmas so I could take it on my trips to St. Louis and have a cell on the drive. I will most likely get a signal on 70.

Luvs!

Sun, 21 Jan 2007 05:12:44 GMT

so, I havent written much in a long while. I dont mind. Do you?

I havent had much of import or interest to write about. Ive been feeling very off lately. I want desperatly to not be here right now. I have been snowed in for a week due to ice being on the ground and now that it was finally starting to clear up, guess what, its SNOWING! OH JOY!

As usual, Im out in the cold out here in more than one way. There are only two subjects of interest and only two subjects of conversation. Heathens and guns. Guess what folks. Dont really have much to contribute to either conversation.
Thats why Im online right now even though everyone I know out here is right behind me. Im not allowed to be in the disscussions on their heathen group. I am not liked by their leader. I am not allowed to know about their issues. I dont know (or care, honestly) anything about the religion.

As far as guns go, everytime I open my mouth on that subject I am reminded of three simple things. One, I am the only one who holds to my point of view. Two, I am naieve, according to everyone. and most importantly , three, I am wrong. My thoughts on it are wrong. I am stupid.

So folks, why should I bother to open my mouth anymore? What, honestly, is the freakin point? The few things that I want to hold my ground on are just wrong and stupid. What goes on in a different state is more interesting then anything else in life. Gossip rules and I dont know the people, dont know the situation, and, oh yeah, DONT CARE! I am sick of hearing about Heathen stuff.

I am sick of hearing about alot of stuff though. I am sick of hearing about everything that Im doing wrong. Im sick of hearing about how my choices arent good enough. I am sick of hearing about how I am not good enough. I snouldnt work where I do, I shouldnt bother with school, I wont make it anyway.

cars, grades, blues

Thu, 28 Dec 2006 23:19:22 GMT

SO. I got my grades. C,C,B,A. One C doesnt count. it isnt a credit course, so I got a 3.0. At least I never have to take another class with Wiseman again. He's freaking nuts! He throws out half a thought and we have to decide what the other half of the thought was and what he wanted us to answer and then we can answer the damn question. I hated his class. Dont get me wrong, he was a nice enough guy, but his teaching style was sadly lacking.

My car, my new (to me) car, hasnt worked in a month. I figured out today that when I bought the damn thing, I bought 3 months of insurance on it. Firsat month to get the car legal, second month of driving the car, third it was broke down. I am starting to hate this car.

I had a holiday season. It had some good things, mostly bad things, and it feels never ending still. I lost my job. Mara is in VA with her papa. I am stuck, carless, in Green Acres, wondering how Im gonna manage to do everything I need to do, never mind what I want to do. I miss my kiddo. I miss my family. I miss my friends. Wah Wah Wah me.

Welcome to my pity party

amusing.

Tue, 26 Dec 2006 08:20:42 GMT

My Xmas Stocking

Fri, 15 Dec 2006 04:18:56 GMT

Xmas Stocking

leave a gift for lyssamariha

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Interesting

Thu, 07 Dec 2006 16:53:48 GMT

Your results:
You are Kaylee Frye (Ship Mechanic)

Kaylee Frye (Ship Mechanic)		80%
Dr. Simon Tam (Ship Medic)		65%
River (Stowaway)		65%
Derrial Book (Shepherd)		65%
Zoe Washburne (Second-in-command)		55%
Alliance		55%
Inara Serra (Companion)		50%
Malcolm Reynolds (Captain)		40%
A Reaver (Cannibal)		40%
Wash (Ship Pilot)		35%
Jayne Cobb (Mercenary)		25%

You are good at fixing things.
You are usually cheerful.
You appreciate being treated
with delicacy and specialness.

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Tue, 21 Nov 2006 16:58:47 GMT

I am still here. I am still alive. I am even relativly happy. I spent the last two weekends in St.L and saw nearly noone. I saw those who are the most important to me.
(no, thats not to offend those I didnt see, I love you too, I just Needed to see some people.)

I got what I really, desperately, deeply needed. Snuggles on the couch. Just the touch of a friend. I am still a huge believer in touch. My theory that a hug can make you feel safe, warm, and home has never been proved wrong.
Indeed, it only proves itself right every time I go to St.L.

Miss you all, as always, but not crippled by it anymore.

weekend and stuff

Tue, 07 Nov 2006 02:53:43 GMT

So. What is going on in my life? Funny you should ask.

I got a car. A 1990 Volvo. I know, I know, me in a Volvo. But, it is a good car that will last a long time from everything Ive heard.

And, since I have a car now, I will be back in St. Louis this weekend. Before you ask, if I havent already made plans to see you, then I will have to see you next time. I am booked solid. I am sorry and to the ones I want to see the most but cant, I am REALLY sorry.

I seem to have gotten over this horrid dissatisfaction that I had with life and the world in general. I think its cause Im coming home soon. Either that or it was just a mood that burnt itself out.

I went to the musical that Green Acres U put on this past weekend. It was amusing. I had never seen "A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum" before. I liked it. I mean, sure, the actors left something to be desired, but the lead was pretty good and the script amused the hell out of me.

3 out of 4 classes are going really well. Hopefully tomarrow I will do very well on the make up algebra test and I can keep my B average going. I also have to work on my newest paper for English class. I get to pick a song and dissect it to see what it tells us about our culture. I love this topic! I picked a song from Avenue Q! I mean really, how could I not right a paper about a song that starts by saying a B.A. in English is useless.
My teacher loves it.
She's also younger then I thought. I thought she said that she'd be 27 at the end of the year, but I must have misheard her. SHe said last week that she was born in 84. Blah. Than again, maybe I did hear right and she's just not owning up to her real age. Who knows?

Fri, 20 Oct 2006 03:21:38 GMT

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Insatiable to the point of crazy

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