urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:darknessfallsx1 Eat me. «Where the hell is Heather Tragedy?» 2007-07-06T21:26:34Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:darknessfallsx1:5035 2007-07-06T21:26:34Z 2007-07-06T21:26:34Z My mom I went to my EEG this morning. That sucked. I had a headache this morning from not sleeping, and I still have it now. I hate having the strobe light put in my face too, it makes me dizzy as hell. So I came home and slept until like, 4:45 or something like that.<br /><br />& an acquaintance of mine tried starting shit with me, over a picture on MySpace. Yeah, he's pathetic.<br />I imed this to him:<br />You have the balls to sit there and call me pathetic? For your info it's an inside joke, with me, Sam, and Meg because Kristy really is one of those scenester tramps.Not to mention that you pathetic by how you're all the sudden 'bi' because it's for some reason cool to be bi, and now your turning into one of those scene faggots too. Besides I don't even know why you talk to the skank, from what Sam Pyles was telling Meg, she treats you like crap and apparently you're to fucking dumb to even realize it. I feel bad for you. You're attracted to something so fucking hideous. Her fucking head looks like a deformed egg, she clearly needs braces, and last but not least, she sounds like a fucking man. It's my myspace, I can post pictures of whatever the fuck I want, but you, you're pathetic for even trying to start shit with me OVER myspace.<br />Bitch, you were pwned. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:darknessfallsx1:665 2007-06-22T20:00:12Z 2007-06-22T20:00:12Z The Kill--30 Seconds To Mars <center><a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v329/rockerrabbit/22006/rhfdb.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"></a> <br />Friends Only.</center>