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Name: tammy
Birthday: 11/10/1990
Gender: Female
Interests: sleeping, hanging out with my chicas, and music. love the stars, beatles, mirah, mates of state, weezer, ben folds, brazilian girls, the shins,and M.I.A.
Expertise: burping
Occupation: Other
Industry: Other
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
Member Since:
5/25/2003
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| just because you have the right to say shit doesn't make it right.
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| Grandpa had a stroke day, a heart attack, it's not even clear. All I know is that he's dieing. He's not going to be with us much longer. The nerve cells in his brain are gone. He can't hear us or speak to us anymore. He came for my birthday and I barely acknowleged he was there and now he'll be gone. This is the amazing man who immigrated here to start new life. This is the sweet loving man who painted his entire house bright pink when he found out that his wife and daughters were coming. This is the man that raised me, who took care of me everyday until I was old enough to attend preschool. I'm scared, confused, sad, and tired. The flight for Dallas will be leaving at 6. I hope he'll still be here, alive when I get there. All I really want to do is hold his hand.
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| yesterday at the beach was magical. The sky was an indigo, the sand looked black and the line where the sky hits the water was a thin strip of orange. It was almost an orange yellow, a small line of light surrounded by clouds. That yellow line felt like a much needed hug. I sat there and felt completely at peace. It felt like my whole body was at ease and i knew that everything was going to be ok. I felt completely content, loved, and cared for. I sat there patiently wating for the orange to fade to a light yellow and then finally a grey. Thank you.
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| It's 9:44. I can't help but stare at my cell phone, waiting for that buzz and the little yellow lines that outline your name. Deep down I know you're not going to call, but I can't help but think that maybe just maybe right now you're thinking of me too and any minute now you'll pick up your phone and dial my number like you have been everyday for the past 6 months. I just desperately want everything to go back to the way things used to be. But then I'm forced to face reality once again.
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| the gym makes me think of little hamsters running on wheels
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