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Maxdawg64
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Name: Adam Gender: Male
Interests: tennis, drama, film making with friends, making fun of people who make fun of me, going to my friends parties, eating their food, COFFEE, tea, driving round and round in roundabouts, listening to music, playing DDR, cirque du soleil, debate, playstation, meeting people on the internet, snuggling. Occupation: Concession Stand Junkie Industry: Water Park Foodservice
Message: message me Website: visit my website AIM: maxdawg46
Member Since:
7/28/2004
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| this is the part where I go "oops, I forgot xanga existed"
bought a new ipod, hannah comes home for homecoming.
life is good.
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| wow kids...its been a long time since I've updated. so, quick catch up with life as is. work at DQ isnt bad, I'm pretty sure I'm bipolar, people make me angry. I've also figured myself out, I know my thoughts, my feelings, and how to handle them all, I'm pretty sure my friends are catching on too. you folk who graduated....should come back ASAP. I miss you guys. Let me know if anything cool is going down, cause most likely, I'll be working to pay off my jeep, its just good to know what I'm missing out on. I finally, after a year or so, might have a handle on life. which is pretty sweet. later, ~Adam | | |
| I despise melissa newton. when did debate start sucking ass? oh yeah...this year. | | |
| I hear they opened a wal-mart in china.... i can imagine the people who shop there... "Hey I just made that yesterday !" | | |
| - I love my jeep
- I hate school...I have no idea why I decided to give myself such a work load.
- my parents are being weird...
- if you feel like I'm mad at you, I'm probably not, just being at school makes me mad in general.
- hey, I really appreciate all of my friends, just so you know. I've been taking friends for granted.
I'm really sorry about that.
- I need to find time to just be alone. I'm around people too much.
this song is good:
where are we? what the hell is going on? the dust has only just begun to form crop circles in the cockpit sinking, feeling
spin me 'round again and rub my eyes, this can't be happening when busy streets a mess with people would stop to hold their heads heavy
hide and seek trains and sewing machines all those years they were here first
oily marks appear on walls where pleasure moments hung before the take over, the sweeping insensitivity of this still life
hide and seek trains and sewing machines (you won't catch me around here) blood and tears they were here first
ransom notes keep falling out your mouth midsweet talk, newspaper word cut outs speak no feeling no, i don't believe you you don't care a bit, you don't care a bit
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