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Name: Laura
Country: United States
Metro: Johnson City
Birthday: 9/5/1944
Gender: Female
Interests: music, science, anthropology, reading, weed, nihilism, bass, politics, cars, the tao, writing, pessimism, video games, guns, offroading, hiking, sweet tea, drawing
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tool, the who, 311, modest mouse, bob marley, the mars volta, sublime, pink floyd, bela fleck and the flecktones, led zeppelin, coheed & cambria, the doobie brothers, damian marley, the rolling stones, jack off jill, the eagles, pat benatar, muse, neutral milk hotel, the shins, primus, lacuna coil, ugly casanova, nirvana, the beatles, aerosmith, radiohead, death cab for cutie, jimi hendrix, rare earth, uriah heep, the smashing pumpkins, bread, the meat puppets, the doors, neil young, rage against the machine, bjork, kansas, the grateful dead, gabby la la
Expertise: driving, junts, shooting
Occupation: Executive
Message: message me
AIM:  bankrupt rage
MSN: turtlestorm
Member Since:
2/18/2005
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| Xanga makes me feel gay.. blah. Apparently I've had it for 522 days, yah, mad gay.
The Grant-thing is still around and it's the sheet.
I have nothing to talk about, uhhh, let's see...
well.
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| Here is a random string of the dumb shit going on in my life or through my mind.
Life is grand.
311 day is soon and I am 'stoked.'
My boyfriend is awesome.
A lot of people hate me for all the wrong reasons. As a great philosopher once said, "Don't hate me because I'm beautiful, hate me because I fucked your dad."
I ordered a top for my Jeep and I'm about to trade the Corolla for something a little less queer; IE: Red 89 Supra turbo with a new 6 speed.
Though the Superbowl has passed, football is still in season for me. Blue football.
I bought a lot of Ren & Stimpy on DVD.
311 fucking owns me. You guys have no idea. I fucking love them. Like.. fucking fuck, they're fucking awesome.
Bob White.
I've changed so much over the past year or so. I'm currently a great of example of someone who "don't-give-a fuck"
I'm so sick of stupid broads. I fantasize about ripping this one chick's lungs out and hanging them on her ears. You know, like a horribly disfigured hobucket elephant. Stupid cunts.. but what can ya do, eh?
Good sailing, bitches.
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| Regardless of the "emo" or "gay" title I may acquire by joining MySpace, it definitely kicks more ass than Xanga. Sorry.
I went hunting today. Not to sound like a total narcissist, [though I am] but hell, I look damn good in camo holdin' a 20 gauge. Which somehow reminds me, if any of you had a clone of yourself, would you ever consider dating it? I'd definitely consider it. But then there's the ever present question; is it incest or masturbation? Neither? This is some deep scientificalistic type shit right hurr.
So. I'm still looking for a car. My dad claims he can get me an old NFS Cherokee for damn cheap. Considering all things, it'd probably be fucking awesome.. though there's always a downside; it'd be that queer government-issued pastel green. Then again, if I leave it green, the po-leece would probably think it's still under the NFS and they'd never pull me over. Hmmmm.
Speaking of my dad though, I've been hanging out with him a lot lately. It's really weird, but kinda fun. He's like, the only other person in the world that I can call and demand to go kayaking or something and he's just all about it. Horray, I guess.
I <3 CKY.
Uhh, well, I don't have too much to talk about, obviously. I hate the internet. And for some reason I feel compelled to say that I'm sort-of seeing this guy who seems to be able to put up with how fucking crazy I am. So all my standards have been met, joy.
Oh wow, I always do that fucking spell check thing, and I never spell anything wrong but it always feels compelled to claim that "fuck" or "fucking" isn't a real word. Man, fuck that.
And fuck you.
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| Hey look. I finally made a MySpace. I've yet to add anyone, but if you don't want to die you should totally add me.
http://myspace.com/turtlestorm
Also: leave a comment or kittens will be stomped
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| As predicted, I decided to write some more. Hmm.. I guess I'm getting over this person. I've been torn up lately over him, and since I'm not really used to feeling like that it ended up pretty bad. What can you do, I guess. It's stupid though, I think the reason I've been able to get mostly over him is because I've basically replaced him with someone else, which is perhaps the dumbest idea ever. Especially since this other person really isn't interested in me, it's just gonna end up bad again. Well, goddamn, I guess I'm more typical than I thought.
I just can't believe this shit. Regardless of how abnormal I am, especially about the whole 'being a girl' thing, I'm still getting upset over some dumbass boys. AHHH. I miss not having feelings. You definitely tend to get way less hurt when you don't give a damn about anyone else. Ahh.. bullshit.
This song is reeeeally good, and for a pretty slow one, I love the bassline, eeek.
Fuck, Matisyahu is gonna be in Asheville. It's too bad I have really annoying uptight, far-left friends who can't even imagine liking anything outside of their weird Indie-butt-rock genre. Motherfuckers.
As you can tell by my new picture-thing, I'm really starting to get into Blue Moon. It's not quite as good as Guinness, but better than Red Stripe. If you like pale ale, I suggest you try it. And if you don't like beer, go to hell.
It's not you, it's me, which technically means it's you.
Check out the recent destruction.
I still like Coheed & Cambria's new CD. At any rate, Claudio Sanchez is really fucking hot.
I found an '02 red Kawasaki Ninja 600 around Knoxville in decent condition for like 3.8k. Sweet fucking Jesus, it's gotta be mine. It looks pretty much like this, minus the gay "rims" and a little more beat up. Joyous!
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