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Monday, July 31, 2006

this weekend sucked. but i thank trevor for having us over for a little bit. oh, and taking us for a ride in your amazing mustang. sweet jesus i wish that was mine.

i was paid $100 for babysitting for one day. that's amazing. that's a lot of money to me. i don't know what to do.

i had to babysit again yesterday, and tomorrow and thrusday i will too. i hope i get a good chunk of money.

this weekend i'm hopefully going to vallyfair.

i'm probably getting a job where my mom works. after 30 days i will have health care. i could weep. i'm getting braces as fast as i fucking can. plus i'll be making fairly good money so i'll be able to pay off my medical bills a lot faster and get my car running. i really hope things work out, for once. just once. i don't think i can take the shit i'm getting handed much longer. i'm not whining i'm just fucking tired.

life is good for the most part. i still need to get the fuck out of this house.

get out of my dreams and into my car.

shaina loves the jews at;
8:29 PM

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a picture of me.

my name is shaina and i will eat your children.

i eat sultry roasted homo sapien flesh on a daily basis, only to purge it into a rusty bucket in a matter of minutes and feed it to the dogs.

i'm in the pomeranian fur trading business with crack dealers in newark.

i am happy. i am with someone who makes me feel amazing, who i love more than i thought you could love someone. it is fucking awesome. i love my life.

also, i like to laugh. it keeps me from killing people.

my blogger profile
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the six degrees of seperation from kevin bacon.
planet brenda.
spitonastranger.
bobby burgess.
buddyhead.
demon baby.
stephanie sparer (has no life).
everything is dumb v3.

if you're going to do drugs get educated and be safe.

eyeball kid.
the heirophant.

i hope my future boyfriend looks like this.

blogger, my love.

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