Wednesday, March 26th, 2003 | 22:59
For what? For serious, of course!

Did the song just say "Slamma jamma man titties"?
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So I spent the evening moving and shaking. I do it good. And falling on my ass off those little friggin' scooters. But not so badly.
Definitely sketchy.
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I'm dying to talk to you right now. Tiger Tiger Yoga Fire! I'm a babbling idiot like you have no idea.
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I spent the majority of my math class holding my hands together and trying to bring them over my head from behind my back. Because it's so easy. I give it a few weeks before I'm lost and suicidal. Again.
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A song for the serious.

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