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The purple monkeys dancing under the moonlight in search of freedom.
Date: Wednesday, July 2, 2008 | Time: 12:18 AM
First of all... YAY! buzznet lives on for Mon!!
congratumalations!! Ooh and no help from Mark whatsoever!!

Crap institution has been... fine lately. The secret's been digging deeper and deeper into my soul as each day passes. Forgive and forget. Yeah right. I forgave but it's too hard to forget. Everytime I see him I snap and remember everything about it! But when I don't see him... Urgh! *insert teardrops on my guitar by taylor swift here*
*tear*
I've been singing it the whole day. Sure beats the hell outta 'Always be my baby' by both D.C. and M.C.!
it officially makes me wanna hurl when I hear it.
Sure, I loved it after the first 500 times they played/sang it in school but passed that is just way way overboard!
Like how they overdid the addiction to 'when you look me in the eyes' It was an okay song but hearing it over and over and over again makes my head spin in random directions!
Anyway, if everyone's wondering why I'm blogging in the middle of this weird weather week, it's because school was ended earlier today because of something or another with the teachers.
Blah.
So i'm here... supposed to be reviewing for shizznit and more.
If you still haven't understood fully the title, good, you don't need to.
METAPHORS baby.
it's a metaphor to something I and only I know.
Sorry to keep you dangling by a thread but it's sorta a secret.
Secrects... psh!
I was looking through my journal the other day and relized how much I kicked it to the curb when I got a blog. Poor morbie.
I'll be posting a few entries from it just for the heck of it.
Anyway, to end this random nonsense...
Peace, love and grooviness...
as Joey Zehr would say and meow
as Joey the cat would say
and TTFN as T-I-double G-ER
(Back to top, Baby. )