tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52901305450720185532024-02-08T13:09:20.684-05:00i just can't get you out of my headUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290130545072018553.post-2370394333888424922010-05-03T19:07:00.004-04:002010-05-03T19:07:30.340-04:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k217/Opina/matt.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="187" src="http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k217/Opina/matt.png" width="320" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290130545072018553.post-41600872028442847472010-04-30T23:33:00.001-04:002010-04-30T23:33:44.914-04:00Help me find my way 'cause i've been lost since you've been gone.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290130545072018553.post-8339819842558321682010-04-27T20:04:00.001-04:002010-04-27T20:04:03.587-04:00I hate you for making me feeling that way. Fucker.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290130545072018553.post-78313761917795516442010-04-25T22:15:00.002-04:002010-04-25T22:15:26.039-04:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;">I need time.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;">I need space.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290130545072018553.post-37622163693124189482010-04-12T20:57:00.001-04:002010-04-12T20:59:40.383-04:00<div><br />
</div><ul><li>No! No!</li>
<li>Why? Why?</li>
<li>You, you though you protecting me but you're are the one who needs protecting</li>
<li>Protecting from what?</li>
<li>From me! I... I don't have your kind of open heart!</li>
<li>Let's just give it a chance, that's all I’m asking</li>
<li>No, you said it yourself; the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different outcome </li>
<li>Then let's go for a different outcome here, alright, let's just, hear me out alright, you know when we talk to older couples who, you know, have been in love for thirty or forty or fifty years, right, it's always the guy who says I knew. I knew! Right from the beginning! </li>
<li>Your evidence is anecdotal</li>
<li>I'm that guy. Bones, I’m that guy! I Know!</li>
<li>I... I’m not a gambler, I’m a scientist. I can't change! I don't know how! I don't know how...</li>
<li> ...</li>
<li>Please don't look so sad</li>
</ul>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290130545072018553.post-2250786483173342092010-04-08T20:50:00.000-04:002010-04-08T20:50:25.591-04:00AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.<br />
J'aimerais juste que ce soit différent.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290130545072018553.post-1367436844128397212010-04-06T21:15:00.001-04:002010-04-06T21:16:24.344-04:00J'ai passé la matinée avec Vinaigre, on a loué le DVD de Martin Matte. J'suis passée chez lui pour me changer, tsé, j'avais une jupe puis il faisait froid. Quand j'suis sortie de la salle de bain il m'a proposé de jouer a COD6. Vendredi j'suis allée chez lui et on a loué 1991 parce qu'il l'avait pas vu, pis tout de suite après que je sois partie il a commencé à se sentir mal.<br />
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WHAT THE HELL.<br />
J'devrais changer le titre pour she-is-jealous.<br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290130545072018553.post-67539447403379523752010-04-05T19:20:00.003-04:002010-04-05T19:20:00.817-04:00J'ai pleuré toutes les larmes de mon corps en regardant The Blind Side. Je devais avoir besoin d'évacuer.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290130545072018553.post-19893803162707959472010-04-02T19:32:00.001-04:002010-04-02T19:32:46.816-04:00Are you done? Can I die now, please?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290130545072018553.post-49234198840345451752010-04-02T12:33:00.001-04:002010-04-02T12:33:15.802-04:00Oh non! Il est "malade".Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290130545072018553.post-42631569198435119372010-03-31T21:50:00.002-04:002010-03-31T21:50:45.864-04:00Je suis triste pour Jasper. Et je suis contente pour Ade et Gia. Et je craques toujours pour Liam.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290130545072018553.post-40416544540680075762010-03-29T21:42:00.002-04:002010-03-29T21:42:52.721-04:00Temperance est plus sensible dans les livres. Et Booth s'appele Ryan. Et il arrête pas de sacrer. Ark.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290130545072018553.post-91091322867583225192010-03-29T14:34:00.000-04:002010-03-29T14:34:38.207-04:00Ben câlisse. Mon Julian a passé la journée de vendredi avec Alex. WOW. FotherMucker. Je me disais que, finalement j'étais contente que ma période "je n'ai plus aucun sentiment" soit passée. BEN OUI.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5290130545072018553.post-40409522676333256632010-03-26T23:17:00.002-04:002010-03-28T19:29:52.356-04:00Je me sens comme si j’étais Brooke, qu’il était Julian et qu’elle était Alex. Bien sûr, je comprends que Julian soit là pour Alex. Elle a tout de même tenté de se suicider. Mais ce que Julian ne voit pas, c’est que Brooke a besoin de lui. Même si elle, elle n’a pas frôlé la mort.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0