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Nov. 24th, 2006 @ 10:09 pm I'm alive.
Yeah still here. Every now and again I remember my password. LOL I love that. So I've been going to many concerts and just got my tickets for Bamboozle today. Bleh, I should watch TV but I don't feel like it. Hit me up guys!
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Jul. 17th, 2006 @ 09:11 am Weird
I keep getting these bad stabbing head pains. I hope it's not a migraine cause I left the Excedrin at home.
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Jul. 11th, 2006 @ 03:14 pm Hahaha! Lapdance!
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Jul. 11th, 2006 @ 03:13 pm Brendon Urie and dancers

ahahahahahaha! he kills me.
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Jul. 11th, 2006 @ 03:10 pm I'm a diva!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Jul. 6th, 2006 @ 04:03 pm Come on this is screaming.......
Man again, haven't been on here in a while, but something sparked my interest. Anyway I'm sitting at work, sick as hell and I feel like I'm going to die. I'm gonna take my Tylenol Congestion pills now. Yeah. Later
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Nov. 4th, 2005 @ 10:30 am whoa!!!!
I remembered my login!!!!

how the hell are all my buddies?!
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Sep. 2nd, 2004 @ 03:00 pm *stretches*

And I'm back. And speaking of backs, mine is killing me.

 

*grins*

 

I hope this is easy to read.

 

Anywho, how are all my people?!

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Jul. 8th, 2004 @ 09:25 am To all my Wiccans, Pagans, Etc....
Go shopping:

The Phoenix's Blue Flame
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Jul. 7th, 2004 @ 09:09 am so, i'm totally convinced i need this:
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Jun. 30th, 2004 @ 09:19 am Where are you on the highway of life?
eveonfire Highway
Bewilderment Avenue3
Paintown13
County Jail55
Wealthville129
Hobotown422
Please Drive Carefully
Username:
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Jun. 25th, 2004 @ 02:05 pm Don’t care how, I want it now!
Current Mood: cranky

So my fingers hurt. Nothing is going right and I can’t find that damn file… Why can’t I find that file you ask? Cause I need it; if I didn’t it would jump out of the computer and bitchsmack me for a while.

 

This is actually the second version of my original post, because lovely LJ decided to give me the “cannot find server” page and destroy my last one. I enjoyed that one a lot too. Oh well, life’s just like me, then you die.

 

I remembered most of what I was originally trying to say, being such:

 

My old slippers are broken (I know because I’m wearing them) and my new slippers that I bought on Amy’s birthday broke about two days later. They poof; I don’t like the poofing noise. Allegedly, me and Di are going to get some new ones later at Marshalls.

 

Um, random outburst:

 

DID YOU THINK THAT I WAS GONNA GIVE IT UP TO YOU?! THIS TIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIME, DID YOU THINK THAT IT WAS SOMETHING I WAS GONNA DO?! AND CRYYYYYYYYYYYYY….

 

So I guess I know end my bitchfest. To my Silli friend, told ya I’m still an Lj-er!

 

Speaking of friends, come home to us soon, we miss you…

 

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Jun. 18th, 2004 @ 04:43 pm Mama likes!
Favourite Kinky Sex Toy? by broomster
Name/Alias
Age
Sex
Your Favourite Kinky Sex Equipment isStocks
It will be used byYour next door neighbour
Percentage of your friends who share your interest: 27%
You will use it onSeptember 22, 2004
Created with the ORIGINAL MemeGen!
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Jun. 17th, 2004 @ 02:31 pm So embarrassing!

Last nite i was at the tattoo shop and I left Mikey outside so i could show Cassandra's friend my leg tattoos. I closed the door to his station and pulled my pants down far enuff so that she could see. Then i heard a hand on the doorknob. I yanked my pants up but not fast enuff, he jumped in and screamed "BOO!" Man Cassandra and her friend died laughing. I personally, went Mikey hunting. Couldn't find him til he came back in and i told him, "I know it's your station, but knock when i have the door closed!" He said, "What were you doing?" Me, "Pulling my pants down to show them my tattoos!" He laughed and gave me a shit faced grin. God that was special.

 

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Jun. 17th, 2004 @ 02:21 pm how hot is that?!
What kind of disease are you?

eveonfire:

eveonfire is caused by Satan.




eveonfire disease will make you be a preppy bastard.
The only way to stop the spread of eveonfire is to raise bees in your hair.
Name?
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Jun. 16th, 2004 @ 04:18 pm damn stalkers.
eveonfire's LJ stalker is xlikewolvesx!
xlikewolvesx is stalking you because you are really good at bowling. They are also stalking you in real life. Look out!


LiveJournal Username:


LJ Stalker Finder
From Go-Quiz.com
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Jun. 16th, 2004 @ 08:54 am *sighs*
Current Mood: depressed
Amy is 9 today.....
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Jun. 14th, 2004 @ 12:45 pm But of course!
How to make a eveonfire
Ingredients:

1 part intelligence

3 parts ambition

1 part instinct
Method:
Combine in a tall glass half filled with crushed ice. Add wisdom to taste! Do not overindulge!
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Jun. 14th, 2004 @ 09:29 am I knew it.

Why I still found it somewhat of a surprise I don’t know, but I knew it was coming. It’s reminding me of a certain someone I know. And it pisses me off to no end. I think that it’ll be safest to plan vacations from now on for MYSELF.

 

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Jun. 8th, 2004 @ 04:06 pm I FOUND IT!
Dirge Without Music

I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.
So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely.
Crowned with lilies and with laurel they go: but I am not resigned.

Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you.
Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust.
A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew,
A formula, a phrase remains - but the best is lost.

The answers quick and keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love,-
They are gone. They are gone to feed the roses. Elegant and curled
Is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom. I know. But I do not approve.
More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world.

Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.
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