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| Yes. THAT would be me. The girlfriend of well, NOBODY right now! The BEST friend of: Liz, Dennis, Kristin... and a LOT of other ppl. The girl's whos house seems to be ALWAYS packed w/ people and love. The chick who's room doesn't have a floor, which it WON'T have a floor ANYTIME soon. Her room has a "Tommy Lee Jones Galaxy" on the ceiling, w/ movie posters covering the walls, along w/ MetallicA, Limp Bizkit, and a confederate flag which she REFUSES to take down. The purple "Thinking Chair" where she writes her thoughts, her poetry, and journal entries. The mismatch blue carpet that has pait stains from painting posters for her most recent ex-boyfriends b-day which wasn't appreciated, we must say. The floor that went "THUMP!" when Parker came over a long time ago (long make-out session), the bed that has to be CRAWLED into with the Powerpuff Girl sheets that were involded in something regretable and unspeakable, and the foot of the bed, where the bar was going into one's back. And the OTHER side of the matress which was used for a walked into make-out session, that not even I can sleep in right anymore. The house w/ "Trampoline Stories", and "Pool Stories" and should be called "The REAL Band Camp," "Camp Cassidy," or "Camp 420." Stuff HAS happened just about anywhere and everywhere at "Camp"... Some unspeakable... Some, just better left as inside jokes. The living room is turned into a "mini club" at 3 AM on New Years JUST to keep me up.... Then, the neigborhood w/ "Anthrax defending soldiers in mailboxes, with humping reindeer b/c Santa's fleet died..." And the "FRIENDLY" neighbors that come to your house an tell u 5-0's lookin 4 ya. BTW, that WASN'T funny, JOEL! The "Moma" who you could come cryin' to when you got into a slap-fight w/ ur real mama, and the mama you tell EVERYTHING to, and doesn't tell a single soul. The brothers who will kill ANY jerk that crosses your path, and the ones that bring you a Mello Yello when ya'll hang out, and help u work ur computer. The ones that KEEP you happy for JUST being there. The brother you call when you're in tears b/c the world kiked you down, and they're there you pull u up. The ones YOU tell EVERYTHING to and the ones that tell YOU everything. The ones that pick on you playfully about being a "blonde". The ones that walk down with you to the lake and just to get away. The ones that tell you that they WILL beat ANYBODY down that hurts you. ESPECIALLY the ones that keep you from keying an exes car, and breaking a window. The sisters who come over when you need a girl around. The ones that understand the pain 12 times a year. The ones that ABSOLUTELY HATE one ex b/c he hurt you so bad, SHE even cried about it, and cried with you. The girl who's mom is WORSE than a parole officer an is paranoid more than anything about everything. With the friends that see it, but the mom doesn't. That's not EVERYTHING, but it's close enough. |
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