<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998992</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:11:17.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here without you</title><subtitle type='html'>yehhh...this is my blog</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faketheromance.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faketheromance.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tanisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05349404912043583667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998992.post-108423255108511914</id><published>2004-05-10T18:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T19:42:44.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;currently listening to&lt;/strong&gt; - Goodbye to You - Michelle Branch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently eating/drinking &lt;/strong&gt;- cough drop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently wearing&lt;/strong&gt; - white long sleeve shirt, scooby doo boxers = ) &lt;br /&gt;current mood - annoyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently thinking&lt;/strong&gt; - .....&lt;br /&gt;current quote/lyric - "you know i`d do that for you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you are with me&lt;br /&gt;im free - im  careless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i believe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made promises we couldn't keep&lt;br /&gt;And every night we couldn't sleep&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know why, but didn't ask questions&lt;br /&gt;Because it was the first time in my life&lt;br /&gt;Where I did something right&lt;br /&gt;I set myself up for the&lt;br /&gt;Greatest fall of all time&lt;br /&gt;-Matchbox Romance-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think of all the fun you had. &lt;br /&gt;the finest lines divide a night well spent, &lt;br /&gt;from a waste of time. &lt;br /&gt;you`ve gotten so good....&lt;br /&gt;at setting bad examples. -Taking Back Sunday-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes before life can get better&lt;br /&gt;it has to get worse &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real girls aren't perfect, &lt;br /&gt;and perfect girls aren't&lt;strong&gt; real&lt;/strong&gt;.-Courtney Love-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let`s start out by starting over. &lt;br /&gt;what did I expect? you`re no good at lying &lt;br /&gt;and i`m no good at comebacks; &lt;br /&gt;you`re so untouchable. &lt;br /&gt;i`m oh so terrible at this....&lt;br /&gt;i`m terrible at this..you know&lt;br /&gt;___xx;*Matchbook Romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a bad day another bad day&lt;br /&gt;and all i want to do is look at you&lt;br /&gt;and know i'm okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting to give you whatever the world may bring.&lt;br /&gt;I'd give you my life cause I don't own anything. &lt;br /&gt;It seemed like the bottom was all that I had&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;strong&gt;until now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd give you my life...&lt;br /&gt;if you'd give me yours somehow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not in love with you, &lt;br /&gt;what is this I'm going through, tonight. &lt;br /&gt;and if my heart is lying then what should I believe in. &lt;br /&gt;why do I go crazy every time I think about you baby. &lt;br /&gt;why else do I want you like I do..&lt;br /&gt;if i'm not in love with you -Faith Hill-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* there are two things in life&lt;br /&gt;that should &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; be broken. &lt;br /&gt;hearts &lt;3 and promises. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't forget my name&lt;br /&gt;And take me with you when you leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"its better to have lost love&lt;br /&gt; then put on a smile and pretend"&lt;br /&gt;-the starting line-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every friend we ever had in common&lt;br /&gt;I will sever the tie with you&lt;br /&gt;You can thank your lucky stars&lt;br /&gt;That everything i wish for will never come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998992-108423255108511914?l=faketheromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/108423255108511914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/108423255108511914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faketheromance.blogspot.com/2004_05_10_archive.html#108423255108511914' title=''/><author><name>Tanisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05349404912043583667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998992.post-108241441560351122</id><published>2004-04-19T18:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T18:44:19.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;currently listening to&lt;/strong&gt; - Heather on the phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently eating/drinking&lt;/strong&gt; - nothing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently wearing&lt;/strong&gt; - jeans, yellow shirt &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;current mood &lt;/strong&gt;- tired &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently thinking &lt;/strong&gt;- nothing lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;current quote/lyric&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;im proclaiming, "all hail the heartbreaker"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they ask me &lt;br /&gt;what I liked best,&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell them it was you______&lt;strong&gt;x&lt;/strong&gt; City Of Angels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your the brightest star I've ever seen&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I see your face&lt;br /&gt;I'm reminded of what it means&lt;br /&gt;to be alive_______&lt;strong&gt;x &lt;/strong&gt;Beautiful Mistake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you think you know it all&lt;br /&gt;You think that you deserve the best&lt;br /&gt;Well I've got news for you&lt;br /&gt;Your bullshit lines can't pass this test________&lt;strong&gt;x&lt;/strong&gt; Allister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made promises we couldn't keep&lt;br /&gt;And every night we couldn't sleep&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know why, but didn't ask questions&lt;br /&gt;Because it was the first time in my life&lt;br /&gt;Where I did something right&lt;br /&gt;I set myself up for the&lt;br /&gt;Greatest fall of all time_________&lt;strong&gt;x &lt;/strong&gt;Matchbox Romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I'd been In love before&lt;br /&gt;But in my heart, I wanted more &lt;br /&gt;Seems like all I really was doing&lt;br /&gt;Was waiting for you________&lt;strong&gt;x &lt;/strong&gt;The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the old dreams ..&lt;br /&gt;were good dreams,&lt;br /&gt;they didnt work out. &lt;br /&gt;but im glad i had them________&lt;strong&gt;x &lt;/strong&gt;The Bridges Of Madison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get emotional girls to all wear mood rings&lt;br /&gt;So we'll be tipped off to when they're ticked off&lt;br /&gt;Cause we'll know just what they're thinking&lt;br /&gt;She's so pretty but she but doesn't always act that way&lt;br /&gt;Her mood's out swinging on the swing set almost every day&lt;br /&gt;She said to me that she's so happy it's depressing&lt;br /&gt;And all i said was "someone get that girl a mood ring_____&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;x &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Reliant K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to see&lt;br /&gt;When your eyes are rolling &lt;br /&gt;in the back of your head&lt;br /&gt;It's even harder to speak&lt;br /&gt;When everything you say &lt;br /&gt;just comes out wrong______x Atreyu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'm filling up inside like I need to open wide &lt;br /&gt;and pour my heart out to you &lt;br /&gt;but I'll just get denied and all I wanted &lt;br /&gt;was someone to hear what I'm going through______&lt;strong&gt;x &lt;/strong&gt;Hoobastank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said "that boy's handsome"&lt;br /&gt;And a little bit of me wanted to be &lt;br /&gt;beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's the only one&lt;br /&gt;that will be&lt;br /&gt;constantly everything you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every fault, every flaw&lt;br /&gt;Your pictures still on my wall&lt;br /&gt;There's not a thing about you&lt;br /&gt;That I would change______&lt;strong&gt;x&lt;/strong&gt; Fenix Tx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but they say if you dream a thing&lt;br /&gt; more than once. it's sure to come true. &lt;br /&gt;and i`ve seen him so many times _______ &lt;strong&gt;x &lt;/strong&gt;Sleeping Beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I could move I'm sure it would&lt;br /&gt;only be to crawl back to you&lt;br /&gt;I must have dragged my guts a block&lt;br /&gt;They were gone by the time we talked&lt;br /&gt;I want to hate you half &lt;br /&gt;as much as I hate myself________&lt;strong&gt;x&lt;/strong&gt; Fall Out Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And althought the moon is falling down on us&lt;br /&gt;Don't expect this day to end&lt;br /&gt;Do you see that star, well I'll meet you there&lt;br /&gt;When you read this, you'll be well on your way&lt;br /&gt;Please write soon so I know that&lt;br /&gt;You've gotten home safe and please&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget me_________&lt;strong&gt;x &lt;/strong&gt;Anatomy Of A Ghost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what makes us burn every bridge we cross?  &lt;br /&gt;or walk aimlessly into oncoming traffic? &lt;br /&gt;third  times a charm.. but would we even get that far?&lt;br /&gt;Thought I owed it to everyone. .&lt;br /&gt;but I really owe it to myself________&lt;strong&gt;x&lt;/strong&gt; Matchbox Romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998992-108241441560351122?l=faketheromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/108241441560351122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/108241441560351122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faketheromance.blogspot.com/2004_04_19_archive.html#108241441560351122' title=''/><author><name>Tanisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05349404912043583667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998992.post-108166102875002940</id><published>2004-04-11T01:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T20:22:01.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;currently playing &lt;/strong&gt;- back that ass up - JUVENiLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently eating/drinking&lt;/strong&gt; - snapple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently wearing&lt;/strong&gt; - Cal rememberance shirt, sweats &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;current mood &lt;/strong&gt;- happy(wow isnt that a surprise)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently thinking &lt;/strong&gt;- fuccin cold out here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;current quote/lyric&lt;/strong&gt; -  words like violence break the silence &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes, you're beautiful when you're sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Tonight may all your dreams come true.&lt;br /&gt;It's so nice to hold you while you're sleeping &lt;br /&gt;When I'm sleeping next to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want you to &lt;br /&gt;feel the same as i do&lt;br /&gt;all i know....&lt;br /&gt;is you're cute when you scream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant stop thinkin about you&lt;br /&gt;i cant stop thinkin about how&lt;br /&gt;my hearts empty without you&lt;br /&gt;my dreams will never come&lt;br /&gt;true without you...&lt;strong&gt;x&lt;/strong&gt;____Mxpx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just get a little anxious sometimes&lt;br /&gt;You'll be gone and I'll be left behind.&lt;br /&gt;I just get a little nervous sometimes&lt;br /&gt;It'll be my cue &amp; I'll forget my lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We keep repeating mistakes for souvenirs.&lt;br /&gt;We've been in between the days for years.&lt;br /&gt;I know that when I see you I'm going to die.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm going to want you &amp; you know why.&lt;br /&gt;It's going to kill me to see you with the next girl.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the most gorgeously jealous kind of ex-girl._____&lt;strong&gt;x&lt;/strong&gt; No Dout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're the beauty that is deeper than than eyes&lt;br /&gt;can  merely see, the closest thing to perfect but&lt;br /&gt;the farthest thing from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna stay 18 forever, &lt;br /&gt;so we can stay like this forever&lt;br /&gt;And we'll never miss a party&lt;br /&gt;Cause we keep them going constantly&lt;br /&gt;And we'll never have to listen,&lt;br /&gt;to anyone about anything&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's all been done, and it's all been said&lt;br /&gt;we're the coolest kids&lt;br /&gt;And we take what we can get _____&lt;strong&gt;x &lt;/strong&gt;Brand New&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hand me the world on a silver platter &lt;br /&gt;and what good would it be &lt;br /&gt;with no one to share with no one &lt;br /&gt;who truely cares for me_____&lt;strong&gt;x&lt;/strong&gt; Alicia Keys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever i'm not around, and you feelin down `&lt;br /&gt;let the thought of me be the reason you smile ;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you give is what you get&lt;br /&gt;And you gave absolutely nothing to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We seek the comfort of another,&lt;br /&gt;someone to shape and share the life we choose, &lt;br /&gt;someone to help us through the never ending &lt;br /&gt;attempt to understand each other, &lt;br /&gt;and in the end, &lt;br /&gt;someone to comfort us along the way_____&lt;strong&gt;x&lt;/strong&gt; Lois and Clark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's different kinds of love, darling. &lt;br /&gt;Some people you love no matter what, &lt;br /&gt;and others you love if the situation is right. &lt;br /&gt;To me, the best kind of love &lt;br /&gt;is the "no matter what" kind. ______&lt;strong&gt;x &lt;/strong&gt;Inventing the Abbotts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you've got it all figured out&lt;br /&gt;And you know you've found someone that cares&lt;br /&gt;And if you ever need somebody to help you out&lt;br /&gt;Well you know I will always be there______&lt;strong&gt;x&lt;/strong&gt; Firehouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'd give anything &amp; everything to fall in love,&lt;br /&gt;just this one time. &lt;br /&gt;She'd like to find what she's been dreaming of. &lt;br /&gt;She could find someone to hold her &lt;br /&gt;but that wouldn't be enough, &lt;br /&gt;because she'd give anything to fall in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;none of those other things make a difference,&lt;br /&gt; love is the strongest thing in the world, &lt;br /&gt;ya know, nothing can touch it, &lt;br /&gt;nothing comes close, if we love each other, &lt;br /&gt;we’re safe from it all, &lt;br /&gt;love is the biggest thing there is______&lt;strong&gt;x&lt;/strong&gt; snow falling on cedars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i would have known that the first time i saw you &lt;br /&gt;would be the last time..&lt;br /&gt;I would have stopped to memorize your face, &lt;br /&gt;the way you moved...everything about you'____&lt;strong&gt;x &lt;/strong&gt;Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need you, and you don’t know how hard that is &lt;br /&gt;for me to accept, because i dont need anyone, &lt;br /&gt;but its a whole lot easier than trying to imagine my life &lt;br /&gt;without you_____&lt;strong&gt;x&lt;/strong&gt; Boys and Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know when im with you,&lt;br /&gt;i just, i never know whats going to happen next,&lt;br /&gt;its weird, because my life is so planned out, &lt;br /&gt;its like you dont care what people think,&lt;br /&gt;and when im with you, &lt;br /&gt;i dont care what people think_____&lt;strong&gt;x&lt;/strong&gt; Crazy/Beautiful &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you looking for an answer? &lt;br /&gt;-because I could really use [..a friend..] tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Who are YOU?' said the Caterpillar.&lt;br /&gt;This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation.  Alice replied, rather shyly, `I--I hardly know, sir, just at present-- at least I know who I WAS when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.'____&lt;strong&gt;x&lt;/strong&gt; Alice In Wonderland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no illusions about love... &lt;br /&gt;It came, it went, it left casualties or it didn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was only when i began to feel actual physical pain &lt;br /&gt;every time you left the room&lt;br /&gt;that it finally dawned on me, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i was in love!&lt;/strong&gt; _____&lt;strong&gt;x &lt;/strong&gt;Dangerous Liaisons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she dreams a champagne dream, &lt;br /&gt;strawberry suprise&lt;br /&gt;pink linen and white paper&lt;br /&gt;lavender and cream&lt;br /&gt;fields of butterflies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;reality escapes her..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I meant every word I said&lt;br /&gt;When I said that I love you I meant&lt;br /&gt;That I love you forever______x Reo Speedwagon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you said my heart sounded like a payphone in the rain&lt;br /&gt;distorted, distant, scrambled, and desperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998992-108166102875002940?l=faketheromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/108166102875002940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/108166102875002940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faketheromance.blogspot.com/2004_04_11_archive.html#108166102875002940' title=''/><author><name>Tanisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05349404912043583667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998992.post-108041674772171382</id><published>2004-03-27T14:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T14:49:19.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;currently playing &lt;/strong&gt;- burn -- Usher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently eating/drinking&lt;/strong&gt; - coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently wearing&lt;/strong&gt; - nike hoodie...polar bear pj pants...still lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;current mood &lt;/strong&gt;- c0nfused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently thinking&lt;/strong&gt; - im reallie fucking c0ld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;current quote/lyric&lt;/strong&gt; - Who the fuck are you to say what I can or cannot do? You talk shit about me constantly with your weak judgmental crew, spread lies about me, cry about me like its your God given task. If you spent more time thinking about me, I'd have your head right up my ass - dedicated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i got  bored so im updating this again lol..some of them are repeats...old favorites &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the saddest thing in life is wasted talent &lt;br /&gt;you can have all the talent in the world, &lt;br /&gt;but if you dont do the right thing nothing happens, &lt;br /&gt;but when you do right good things happen____&lt;3 &lt;strong&gt;A Bronx Tale&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you and me have a better time &lt;br /&gt;than most can dream,&lt;br /&gt;we have it better than the best._____&lt;3 &lt;strong&gt;Dave Matthews &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hadn't set aside the fact &lt;br /&gt;that you were broken-hearted. &lt;br /&gt;Hell knows where your heart would be today. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe with me._____&lt;3&lt;strong&gt; Alkaline Trio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In seventh grade... &lt;br /&gt;you are what other people say you are.&lt;br /&gt;When it comes down to it, &lt;br /&gt;you don't remember the people&lt;br /&gt;you tried to impress._____&lt;3 &lt;strong&gt;The Wonder Years&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen....&lt;br /&gt;here's the pleasant part: &lt;br /&gt;you and I, we fell apart._____&lt;3 &lt;strong&gt;The Juliana Theory&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that place between sleep and wake,&lt;br /&gt;where you still remember dreaming?&lt;br /&gt;That's where I'll wait for you. &lt;br /&gt;That's where I'll always love you.______&lt;3 &lt;strong&gt;Tinkerbell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take my breath away, &lt;br /&gt;With all the things you say, &lt;br /&gt;You take my breath away, &lt;br /&gt;And then you leave me standing all alone______&lt;3 &lt;strong&gt;Not by Choice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whereever you go and whoever you're with &lt;br /&gt;you'll always have a piece of my hear_____&lt;3 &lt;strong&gt;Dawson's Creek&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said "We can work through this"&lt;br /&gt;As i turned to walk out the door&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, like i'd believe him&lt;br /&gt;He's used that line before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a big faker, &lt;br /&gt;because I’ve been putting my life back together &lt;br /&gt;and nobody knows______&lt;3 &lt;strong&gt;The Perks of Being a Wallflower&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he's not perfect! &lt;br /&gt;But he's the one person&lt;br /&gt;that will shown up on my birthday &lt;br /&gt;and say I'm glad you were born!_____&lt;3 &lt;strong&gt;28 Days&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to know&lt;br /&gt;if theres a reason for things, &lt;br /&gt;i used to be certain&lt;br /&gt;but im not so sure anymore_____&lt;3&lt;strong&gt; Simon Birch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll move on but you’re going to&lt;br /&gt;have to go through the rest of&lt;br /&gt;your life knowing you turned&lt;br /&gt;your back on love_____&lt;3 &lt;strong&gt;Cruel Intentions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your life, you meet people. Some you never think about again. &lt;br /&gt;Some, you wonder what happenend to them. &lt;br /&gt;There are some that you wonder if they ever think about you. &lt;br /&gt;And then there are some you wish you never had to think about again. &lt;br /&gt;But you do. _____&lt;3 &lt;strong&gt;The Wonder Years&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is such a strong word &lt;br /&gt;and if you are going to use it, &lt;br /&gt;make sure u know what it means, &lt;br /&gt;because it hurts to hear it &lt;br /&gt;and know that you don’t mean it_____&lt;3 &lt;strong&gt;Alone and Restless&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;standing on the edge of morning, 'scent&lt;br /&gt;of sex and new found glory. playing as&lt;br /&gt;she's pulling back her hair, ' she drives&lt;br /&gt;away. she's feeling worthlesS, used&lt;br /&gt;again but nothing's different. she'd stay&lt;br /&gt;the night, but knows he doesn't care...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reason her life didn't turn out&lt;br /&gt;more like a movie. shes trying to&lt;br /&gt;forget it all.' i dont believe in any-&lt;br /&gt;thing, but i believe in you. i never&lt;br /&gt;tusted anyone, 'but somehow i&lt;br /&gt;trust you. _____&lt;3 &lt;strong&gt;Midtown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things I want to say to you, &lt;br /&gt;but time's caught me up and now I'll never say them &lt;br /&gt;except that I've loved you &lt;br /&gt;from the moment I saw you and every moment since._____&lt;3 &lt;strong&gt;Robin Hood&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've never had a broken heart, &lt;br /&gt;then you are either very lucky or very lonely._____&lt;3 &lt;strong&gt;Dawson's Creek&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we walk, sometimes we run away, &lt;br /&gt;but I know no matter how fast we are running&lt;br /&gt;somehow we keep up with each other._____&lt;3 &lt;strong&gt;Dave Matthews&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres only us, theres only this.&lt;br /&gt;forget regret or life is yours to miss.&lt;br /&gt;no other road, no other way, &lt;br /&gt;no other day but today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if i said you never mattered?&lt;br /&gt;that i never lost a moment of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;what if i crushed all of your dreams&lt;br /&gt;and broke all the promises you swore&lt;br /&gt;to keep? tell me how your life would&lt;br /&gt;be if i did to you what you did to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only kiss we got here &lt;br /&gt;is a goodbye kiss.&lt;br /&gt;which as kisses go, &lt;br /&gt;are not my favorite______&lt;3 &lt;strong&gt;View From the Top&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest assest a person can have&lt;br /&gt;is having someone believe in you_____&lt;3 &lt;strong&gt;View From the Top&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't remember me but i remember you. `i lie&lt;br /&gt;awake and try so hard not to think of you. but&lt;br /&gt;who can decide what they dream? `and dream i&lt;br /&gt;do...' i believe in you. i'll give up everything just to&lt;br /&gt;find you. i have to be with you to live, to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;you're taking over me._____&lt;3 &lt;strong&gt;Evanescence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, in my life.. &lt;br /&gt;i've never found what i couldn't resist&lt;br /&gt;what i couldnt turn down&lt;br /&gt;i could walk away from anyone i ever knew&lt;br /&gt;Buh until i met this incredible person.. &lt;br /&gt;it was you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;young melanie: whatchu wanna marry me for anyhow?&lt;br /&gt;young jake: so i can kiss u anytime i want____&lt;3 &lt;strong&gt;sweet home alabama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you’re my heart, &lt;br /&gt;and you know &lt;br /&gt;i can’t live without my heart____&lt;3 &lt;strong&gt;Blow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998992-108041674772171382?l=faketheromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/108041674772171382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/108041674772171382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faketheromance.blogspot.com/2004_03_27_archive.html#108041674772171382' title=''/><author><name>Tanisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05349404912043583667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998992.post-108039237525034306</id><published>2004-03-27T07:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T08:03:19.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;currently playing&lt;/strong&gt; - tainted love -- marilyn manson's versi0n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently eating/drinking &lt;/strong&gt;- cough drop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently wearing&lt;/strong&gt; - nike hoodie...polar bear pj pants lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;current mood&lt;/strong&gt; - blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently thinking &lt;/strong&gt;- SO MUCH FUCKING DRAMA  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;current quote/lyric&lt;/strong&gt; - te amo demasiado &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;death may bring endings.&lt;br /&gt;but it's home to a thousand lonely faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt i was on  fire with the things i could have told you&lt;br /&gt;i guess i just assumed that you eventually would ask&lt;br /&gt;and i wouldn't have to bring up my so badly broken heart&lt;br /&gt;and all those months i just wanted to sleep&lt;br /&gt;though spring, it did come slowly, i guess  it did its part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and maybe it's not worrying about &lt;br /&gt;what's down the road, or where you will end up, &lt;br /&gt;but enjoying where you are right now &lt;strong&gt;_____&lt;3 sex and the city&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you end up watching chances fade &lt;br /&gt;..and wondering what`s real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take him and cut him out in little stars, &lt;br /&gt;and he will make the face of heaven so beautiful, &lt;br /&gt;that all the world will be in love with night&lt;strong&gt;._____&lt;3 shakespeare&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we have this down, unlike everybody. &lt;br /&gt;i'll spend a million nights just like tonight you know,&lt;br /&gt;i screamed your name at the sky, until I lost my voice. &lt;br /&gt;well, I'd give my life for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i still see my future in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;or can i picture myself dead in your embrace?&lt;br /&gt;fuck off...&lt;br /&gt;like you're the only person that has ever cried &lt;br /&gt;or been broken by love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, &lt;br /&gt;without you I'll never feel the love inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;Come on, &lt;br /&gt;you know that we belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess things never turn out exactly the way you planned. &lt;br /&gt;I remember how it was growing up&lt;br /&gt;among people and places I loved. &lt;br /&gt;Most of all, I remember how it was to leave&lt;strong&gt;._____&lt;3 The Wonder Years&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing lasts forever, &lt;br /&gt;and we both know hearts can change, &lt;br /&gt;and its hard to hold a candle &lt;br /&gt;in the cold November rain&lt;strong&gt;.______&lt;3 Guns N' Roses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real loss is only possible&lt;br /&gt;when you love something&lt;br /&gt;more than you love yourself&lt;strong&gt;.______&lt;3 Good Will Hunting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell him that you love him. &lt;br /&gt;You've got nothing to lose, &lt;br /&gt;and you'll always regret it if you don't&lt;strong&gt;.______&lt;3 Love Actually&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so kiss me hard&lt;br /&gt;'cause this will be the last time that I let you.&lt;br /&gt;You will be back someday&lt;br /&gt;and this awkward kiss&lt;br /&gt;that tells of other people's lips&lt;br /&gt;will be of service to keeping you away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's do our best to beat the misery&lt;br /&gt; that comes with being young and fucked up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not perfect sport, &lt;br /&gt;and let me save you the suspense, &lt;br /&gt;this girl you've met she's not perfect either. &lt;br /&gt;But the question is.....&lt;br /&gt;whether or not you're perfect for each other&lt;strong&gt;.____&lt;3 Good Will Hunting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing about romance&lt;br /&gt;is that people only get together &lt;br /&gt;right at the very end.&lt;strong&gt;_____&lt;3 Love Actually&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is passion, obsession, someone you can't live without. If you don't start with that, what are you going to end up with? Fall head over heels. I say find someone you can love like crazy and who'll love you the same way back. And how do you find him? Forget your head and listen to your heart. I'm not hearing any heart. Run the risk, if you get hurt, you'll come back. Because, the truth is there is no sense living your life without this. To make the journey and not fall deeply in love - well, you haven't lived a life at all. You have to try. Because if you haven't tried, you haven't lived. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;_____&lt;3 Meet Joe Black&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998992-108039237525034306?l=faketheromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/108039237525034306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/108039237525034306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faketheromance.blogspot.com/2004_03_27_archive.html#108039237525034306' title=''/><author><name>Tanisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05349404912043583667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998992.post-108000863310026173</id><published>2004-03-22T21:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T21:27:18.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's a height beyond skyscrapers,&lt;br /&gt;There's a distance beyond the freeway,&lt;br /&gt;More than pictures in a magazine,&lt;br /&gt;More than tragedy in a rock and roll song.&lt;br /&gt;It's more than actions you know are safe to make.&lt;br /&gt;It's more than money could ever buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm twisted cause one side of me &lt;br /&gt;tellin' me that I need to move on&lt;br /&gt;on the other side I wanna break down and cry // &lt;strong&gt;Usher &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean for this to go as far as it did..&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean to get so close and share what we did...&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean to fall in love but i did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stars are tangled in the clouds,&lt;br /&gt;can't you hear me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm screaming so loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she wants to be a model &lt;br /&gt;she wants to hear she's beautiful &lt;br /&gt;she's beautiful &lt;br /&gt;i want to save you &lt;br /&gt;i want to save you &lt;br /&gt;i need you to&lt;br /&gt;save me too &lt;br /&gt;i want to save you // &lt;strong&gt;Something Corporate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this time,there's a hole in my ceiling where dreams escape, &lt;br /&gt;right above my head. &lt;br /&gt;I'll take a holiday, i'm sick of feeling this way.&lt;br /&gt;So just cut off the lights awhile, and kiss me like you wanted to. &lt;br /&gt;And then I'll sing in style, like a black heart valentine pill.&lt;br /&gt;I need it but just keep it, I have slept it off,&lt;br /&gt;and I've been awake for too long.. // &lt;strong&gt;Northstar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both want the world,&lt;br /&gt;But we both know that this gets old,&lt;br /&gt;If i could open up my chest, &lt;br /&gt;Then maybe i could find a way, &lt;br /&gt;To give you just a little piece of my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if the sky were to suddenly open up,&lt;br /&gt;there would be no law, there would be no rule. &lt;br /&gt;There would only be you and your memories. // &lt;strong&gt;Donnie Darko&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on, come on, I need to see you tonight&lt;br /&gt;under the stars and nights&lt;br /&gt;I could hold you, hold you tight&lt;br /&gt;I wont do anything &lt;br /&gt;So come on, come on, i need to see you tonight&lt;br /&gt;Under the stars and lights&lt;br /&gt;For better love is hard to find &lt;br /&gt;I'd love to put you out of my mind &lt;br /&gt;And i dont care what you do&lt;br /&gt;But i get sooo upset &lt;br /&gt;When you dont call &lt;br /&gt;Come on come on come on&lt;br /&gt;I need to see you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998992-108000863310026173?l=faketheromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/108000863310026173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/108000863310026173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faketheromance.blogspot.com/2004_03_22_archive.html#108000863310026173' title=''/><author><name>Tanisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05349404912043583667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998992.post-107918794825151639</id><published>2004-03-13T09:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T09:30:47.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>	&lt;strong&gt;[x] Part 1-- Describe... [x]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heritage/nationality – African american&lt;br /&gt;Your hair – brownish black&lt;br /&gt;Your fears – being alone&lt;br /&gt;Your perfect room – Kerrie’s lol&lt;br /&gt;What you practically do in a day – uhh… wake up, school, cut half my classes, go home, phone, comp, shower, bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[x] Part 2-- What is/are... [x]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words you overuse – fuck, bitch, cunt&lt;br /&gt;Phrases you overuse – whatever you faggot, what the frigg, (thnx jaimie lol) fuck you&lt;br /&gt;Your first thought when you wake up – I didn’t do any homework&lt;br /&gt;Your greatest accomplishment – throwing Jaimie’s party&lt;br /&gt;Something you want to do – fall in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[x] Part 3 -- This or that [x]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke - pepsi&lt;br /&gt;McDonald's or Burger Kings – Mcdonald’s&lt;br /&gt;Britney Spears or Christina Aguilera - both&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or vanilla - vanilla&lt;br /&gt;Adidas or Nike - adidas&lt;br /&gt;Black or white - black&lt;br /&gt;Bills or Coins - bills&lt;br /&gt;Burgers or hot dogs – cheese burgers&lt;br /&gt;Egypt or France - France.&lt;br /&gt;Rock or rap - rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[x] Part 4 -- Do you...[x]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoke - not anymore&lt;br /&gt;Cuss - yeah&lt;br /&gt;Sing well – I guess so&lt;br /&gt;Sing in the shower - yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Talk to yourself a lot – haha sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Believe in yourself  - nope not at all&lt;br /&gt;Like taking these long ass surveys? - I don’t reallie care &lt;br /&gt;Play an instrument - nope&lt;br /&gt;Want to go to college? -  yes.&lt;br /&gt;Want to get married? -  yes.&lt;br /&gt;Want to have children? - yes.&lt;br /&gt;Think you're a health freak? -  no..&lt;br /&gt;Get along with your parents – sometimes, its mostly my fault&lt;br /&gt;Get along with your siblings? – HELL NO&lt;br /&gt;Think you're popular – I know I’m not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[x] Part 5 -- In the past month have you..[x]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone out of state -  nope.&lt;br /&gt;Drank alchohol - no.&lt;br /&gt;Smoke - no.&lt;br /&gt;Got high - no.&lt;br /&gt;Done any drugs - no.&lt;br /&gt;Eaten an entire box of Oreos - nope.&lt;br /&gt;Been on stage - no.&lt;br /&gt;Gone skinny dipping – haha fat girls don’t skinnie dip&lt;br /&gt;Been dumped – need a guy to get dumped&lt;br /&gt;Dyed your hair - no.&lt;br /&gt;Stolen anything – not in the past month.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[x] Part 6 -- Your friends! =D [x]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craziest - hm..out of the group, me, Ashley, Merri, and Chelsea&lt;br /&gt;Loudest – me or Ashley lol&lt;br /&gt;Most shy – Jaimie&lt;br /&gt;Blondest - Allie&lt;br /&gt;Smartest - Merri&lt;br /&gt;Kindest – Cori and Merri&lt;br /&gt;Best personality – all of them..they all got different personalites which makes them great &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Most talented – lol they all have crazee little talents&lt;br /&gt;Best singer – Merri lol&lt;br /&gt;Most ghetto – haha Ashley or Kelsey&lt;br /&gt;Drama Queen ((or King)) - Kelsey.&lt;br /&gt;Pain in the ass - Jessica&lt;br /&gt;The one you just want to strangle to death ((Homer Simpson style)) – Jessica lol&lt;br /&gt;Funniest – all of them are funnie&lt;br /&gt;Best person for advice - Britt&lt;br /&gt;Dependable – Jaimie &lt;br /&gt;Trustworthy – Jaimie .&lt;br /&gt;Druggie – none (haha wow am I lying) &lt;br /&gt;Most likely to end up in jail – Ashley or Kelsey&lt;br /&gt;Person you've known the longest - Ashley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[x] Part 7 -- The Last... [x]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last dream – About Jaimie’s party&lt;br /&gt;Last nightmare – About all the things that could have went &lt;br /&gt;wrong with Jaimie’s party.&lt;br /&gt;Car ride – with dad, Chelsea, Heather, Allie, and Cori,..&lt;br /&gt;Last time you cried – wow its been awhile…&lt;br /&gt;Last movie seen – Dirty Dancing : Havana Nights baby!&lt;br /&gt;Last movie rented – haven’t rented one but I borrowed Save the Last Dance&lt;br /&gt;from Heather &lt;br /&gt;Last book read- Hard Love&lt;br /&gt;Last word said - okay&lt;br /&gt;Last curse word said - fuck&lt;br /&gt;Last time you laugh – last night @ Kerrie’s&lt;br /&gt;Last phone call – umm I think it was from Jaimie last night&lt;br /&gt;asking what time she should come&lt;br /&gt;Last CD played – a mix&lt;br /&gt;Last song you listened to – Eminem – My Band&lt;br /&gt;Last annoyance – My dad &lt;br /&gt;Last IM – I’m on away&lt;br /&gt;Last weird encounter – I don’t know&lt;br /&gt;Last person you hugged – no one lol&lt;br /&gt;Last person you yelled at – lol my team for Cranium at Kerrie’s&lt;br /&gt;Last time you wore a skirt – good lord lol, last year for the Sixth Flags trip&lt;br /&gt;Last time you've been evil – Thursday lol&lt;br /&gt;Sarcastic? – Thursday lol&lt;br /&gt;Last time you fought with your parents – Thursday ( I wasn’t home Friday)&lt;br /&gt;Last time you wished upon a star – I don’t wish on stars&lt;br /&gt;Played Truth or Dare – New years at Chelsea’s&lt;br /&gt;Spent quality time alone – Friday night when I got home from Kerrie’s..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[x] Part 8 -- I swear this is the last one! -- Randomness [x]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you talking to someone on AIM – no I’m on away&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel lonely - No&lt;br /&gt;Ever TP'd someone's house – ahaha yehhh&lt;br /&gt;How about egging someone's house – lolol yep!&lt;br /&gt;Do you not like dislike not like me? – gah to earlie to figure out that sentence &lt;br /&gt;Ain't Eminem and 50 Cent just fine? - &lt;3 Eminem&lt;br /&gt;Yo Momma – no…yo Momma&lt;br /&gt;Ever been so hungry you felt like you could eat the person next to you? – haha no&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of George Bush? – I don’t reallie care about him&lt;br /&gt;Any secret fetishes? Haha ask Chelsea&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to wear chains? - O_o cant say I do &lt;br /&gt;How many languages do you speak? – two …counting English lol&lt;br /&gt;Damn.. are your fingers tired? Cause mine sure are! -  nope.&lt;br /&gt;Glad this is over? ((Say yes and I'll stalk you XP)) – yeh sorta lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998992-107918794825151639?l=faketheromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107918794825151639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107918794825151639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faketheromance.blogspot.com/2004_03_13_archive.html#107918794825151639' title=''/><author><name>Tanisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05349404912043583667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998992.post-107888173970840942</id><published>2004-03-09T20:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T20:25:27.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;currently playing&lt;/strong&gt; - At Last - Etta James&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently eating/drinking &lt;/strong&gt;- nothing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently wearing&lt;/strong&gt; - white jacket...striped pj pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;current mood &lt;/strong&gt;- tired &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently thinking &lt;/strong&gt;- so SICK of drama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;current quote/lyric&lt;/strong&gt; - you're &lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;last&lt;/em&gt; summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my front page story&lt;br /&gt;Wanna tell the world&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with you, boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for all the promises &lt;br /&gt;you've made, it served you well &lt;br /&gt;and now their gone and they're wasted on me. &lt;br /&gt;So much for your enduring sense of charm,&lt;br /&gt;it served you well&lt;br /&gt;and now you're gone and it's wasted on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't life so perfect? &lt;br /&gt;It has to be, &lt;br /&gt;it has to make up for all the hard things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn right I am still pissed..&lt;br /&gt;next time I see your face&lt;br /&gt;we will see who has the upper hand &lt;br /&gt;kiss my fist. Taste the floor.&lt;br /&gt;Tired of your games. fuck off goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't regret what you said. &lt;br /&gt;Forget about the take backs&lt;br /&gt;it was well worth it. I give my love to the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally figured out... &lt;br /&gt;It's time to cuddle up with no one &lt;br /&gt;and miss you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuckin' every now and then I fall apart &lt;br /&gt;and I need you now tonight. &lt;br /&gt;I fuckin' need you more than ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say I blame you&lt;br /&gt;But I wish that I could&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of every song&lt;br /&gt;about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't miss you just yet&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I ever will...&lt;br /&gt;Why would I miss an inconsiderate bastard?&lt;br /&gt;All I have to say is... I'm sorry I hate  you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't steal and I don't lie &lt;br /&gt;But I can feel and I can cry&lt;br /&gt;A fact I bet you never knew&lt;br /&gt;But to cry in front of you&lt;br /&gt;That's the worst thing I could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you find somebody you can love, &lt;br /&gt;you can't let that get away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should've said something but ive said it enough by the way&lt;br /&gt;my words were faded rather waste some time with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it take to get this through to you,&lt;br /&gt;Subject yourself to things that you deserve,&lt;br /&gt;Just stop me if you've heard enough,&lt;br /&gt;Of what you should have said and done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said  there would  not be &lt;br /&gt;any reason to fear this world.&lt;br /&gt;But you're the reason, &lt;br /&gt;you're the reason I feel broken,&lt;br /&gt;and  branded, and  burning  with  doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998992-107888173970840942?l=faketheromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107888173970840942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107888173970840942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faketheromance.blogspot.com/2004_03_09_archive.html#107888173970840942' title=''/><author><name>Tanisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05349404912043583667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998992.post-107878640749095024</id><published>2004-03-08T17:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T17:56:33.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>* i read the best book recently...Hard Love by Ellen Wittlinger. ahhh best book ever i swear. What i liked most about it was it had little poems and lyrics in it..there weren't alot that i liked but there were some that "spoke to me". This is one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard Love - Bob Franke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I recall the gentle courtesy you gave me as I tried&lt;br /&gt;To dissemble in politeness all the love I felt inside.&lt;br /&gt;And for every song of laughter, was another song that cried,&lt;br /&gt;This ain't no easy weekend, this is hard love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hard love, every step of the way, &lt;br /&gt;Hard to be so close to you, so hard to turn away, &lt;br /&gt;And when all the stars and sentimental songs dissolved today,&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing left to sing about but hard love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I loved you for your courage and your gentle sense of shame&lt;br /&gt;And I loved you for your laughter, and your language, and your name &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I knew it was impossible but I loved you just the same,&lt;br /&gt;Though the only love I gave you, was hard love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hard love, it was hard on you I know, &lt;br /&gt;When the only love I gave to you, was love I couldn't show&lt;br /&gt;You forgave the heart that loved you &lt;br /&gt;As your lover turned to go&lt;br /&gt;Leaving nothing but the memory of hard love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm standing in this phone booth with a dollar and a dime, &lt;br /&gt;Wondering what to say to you to ease your troubled mind,&lt;br /&gt;For the Lord's cross might redeem us,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But our own just wastes our time.&lt;br /&gt;And to tell the two apart is always hard, love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll tell you that I love you even though I'm far away,&lt;br /&gt;And I'll tell you how you change me as I live from day to day,&lt;br /&gt;How you help me to accept myself and I wont forget to say,&lt;br /&gt;Love is never wasted, even when it's hard love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it's hard love, but it's love all the same, &lt;br /&gt;Not the stuff of fantasy but more than just a game,&lt;br /&gt;And the only kind of miracle that's worthy of the name, &lt;br /&gt;For the love that heals our lives, is mostly hard love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998992-107878640749095024?l=faketheromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107878640749095024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107878640749095024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faketheromance.blogspot.com/2004_03_08_archive.html#107878640749095024' title=''/><author><name>Tanisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05349404912043583667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998992.post-107878267075217783</id><published>2004-03-08T16:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T16:54:17.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;currently playing &lt;/strong&gt;- concrete angel -- Martina Mcbride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently eating/drinking&lt;/strong&gt; - cereal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently wearing &lt;/strong&gt;- hoody...thermal pjs pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;current mood&lt;/strong&gt; - sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently thinking&lt;/strong&gt; - haven't updated this in awhile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;current quote/lyric&lt;/strong&gt; - i wonder if you'll come back; i trust only that you'll leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the more you talk &lt;br /&gt;the more i get &lt;br /&gt;the sense of something&lt;br /&gt;that hasn't happened yet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are songs to be sung, and pages to be filled with memories.&lt;br /&gt;There are roads to be traveled, in places I have never seen.&lt;br /&gt;There are postcards to send, and so much beauty to take in.&lt;br /&gt;There are dreams to be chased, and friends to be held more dearly.&lt;br /&gt;There is love to be seen more clearly&lt;br /&gt;There are fears to be faced, and tremblings to understand.&lt;br /&gt;There are new days to brave, and all this foolish pride&lt;br /&gt;to lay down in your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People throw the word -&lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;br /&gt;around like its a fucking basketball these days&lt;br /&gt;--DARIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of a while ago, we might of have had it all&lt;br /&gt;I was &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; stupid then&lt;br /&gt;You needed time to grow&lt;br /&gt;But now just as things change, as well my feelings do&lt;br /&gt;In time things rearrange&lt;br /&gt;I am so sick of chasing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's call this the quiet city: &lt;br /&gt;where screams are felt as a wave of stoplights &lt;br /&gt;drive through the streets as gunshots punctuate the night&lt;br /&gt;the sides we take divide us from our faith &lt;br /&gt;and the morning dove gets caught in the telephone wire &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you want for me to believe..&lt;br /&gt;That we were not meant to be..&lt;br /&gt;You said it was over, before it could start..&lt;br /&gt;You said you're sorry, but you broke my heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for all of this&lt;br /&gt;i'm better off without you&lt;br /&gt;do you regret so&lt;br /&gt;your lonliness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if i died, would you think less of me? &lt;br /&gt;could you go on? &lt;br /&gt;hey it's ok you were no friend of mine. &lt;br /&gt;yeah drink another one. tip it back, choke it down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching the tv, trying hard to find a reason to move.&lt;br /&gt;i'm frozen in one place, staring at the screen.&lt;br /&gt;listening to the rain falling on the street..&lt;br /&gt;some days go on too long..&lt;br /&gt;.bright eyes.- touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so why don't you tell me,&lt;br /&gt;how it was too little too late.&lt;br /&gt;as far as I can see &lt;br /&gt;it was the best we the best we could do.&lt;br /&gt;this is what I fought for.&lt;br /&gt;this is not..&lt;br /&gt;so why don't you tell me the truth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I had a life, I'd hate it." &lt;br /&gt;--Rizzo the Rat, from Muppet Treasure Island &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go lie to me..&lt;br /&gt;tell me stories so beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;an epic of something so terrible..&lt;br /&gt;that it makes me weep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And think that I'm impressed &lt;br /&gt;with your one night stands..&lt;br /&gt;and your contagious kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What they call love is a risk, &lt;br /&gt;Cause you will always get hit &lt;br /&gt;Out of nowhere by some wave &lt;br /&gt;And end up on your own.-brand new&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998992-107878267075217783?l=faketheromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107878267075217783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107878267075217783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faketheromance.blogspot.com/2004_03_08_archive.html#107878267075217783' title=''/><author><name>Tanisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05349404912043583667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998992.post-107740492855808375</id><published>2004-02-21T18:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T18:14:25.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;currently playing&lt;/strong&gt; - every me and every you -- Placebo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently eating/drinking &lt;/strong&gt;- sprite remixx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently wearing&lt;/strong&gt; - black shirt...striped old navy pj pant'sz &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;current mood &lt;/strong&gt;- blahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently thinking&lt;/strong&gt; - 20 more day'sz and i hope i can pull this shit off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;current quote/lyric&lt;/strong&gt; - It's not what he tells her, It's what he don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dying to explain my heart to you now &lt;br /&gt;Theres so much on my mind it's tearing me apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's pretend that we dont need&lt;br /&gt;anything anymore from anyone. &lt;br /&gt;i don't want to feel anything anymore.&lt;br /&gt;let's just pretend we'll live happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are the seasons of emotion&lt;br /&gt;and like the wind they rise and fall&lt;br /&gt;this is the mystery of the quotient&lt;br /&gt;upon us all a little rain must fall &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I choke on all the &lt;br /&gt;false love that infects me.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes everything is not&lt;br /&gt;enough to cure the sickness inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could somebody show me &lt;br /&gt;the kind of affection&lt;br /&gt;that you only see in the movies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;home...is a feeling I buried in you. &lt;br /&gt;I'm alrite, I'm alrite...&lt;br /&gt;it only &lt;strong&gt;hurts&lt;/strong&gt; when i &lt;strong&gt;breathe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got it now &lt;br /&gt;a thorn in my side &lt;br /&gt;the size of a cadillac driving through &lt;br /&gt;because backing out now is next to impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST TELL NEMO YOU COULDNT FIND HIM&lt;br /&gt;CAUSE YOU WERE TOO BUSY GETTING STONED&lt;br /&gt;..... HE'LL UNDERSTAND.  &lt;&lt;&lt; lmao i thought this was too funnie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said we were an accident&lt;br /&gt;with accidents you'll never know &lt;br /&gt;what could have been &lt;br /&gt;you said we were an accident&lt;br /&gt;you'll always be my favorite one &lt;&lt; i think i have this somewhere alreadie..but i &lt;3 it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"With guys, they're only gonna want what they cant have. &lt;br /&gt;No one wants a beat up brown prada purse from canal street.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone wants the brand new colorful louis vuitton bag&lt;br /&gt;that no one can get. Guys don't want girls who have been around the block."&lt;br /&gt;-Paris Hilton &lt;&lt; she is nowhere near as dumb as we think &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998992-107740492855808375?l=faketheromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107740492855808375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107740492855808375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faketheromance.blogspot.com/2004_02_21_archive.html#107740492855808375' title=''/><author><name>Tanisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05349404912043583667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998992.post-107722217528911286</id><published>2004-02-19T15:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T15:25:36.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;currently playing&lt;/strong&gt; - Love Me -- Murphy Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently eating/drinking&lt;/strong&gt; - nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently wearing &lt;/strong&gt;- grey pants -- old navy hoodie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;current mood &lt;/strong&gt;- tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently thinking&lt;/strong&gt; - my toe hurts = ( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;current quote/lyric&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;em&gt; your head in your hands and his kiss; on the lips of another.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what will it be son,&lt;br /&gt;the gun or the girl? and by the powers invested in me, &lt;br /&gt;i now pronouce you.. legally dead.&lt;br /&gt;he put his gun where his mouth was &lt;br /&gt;and swallowed the lead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True strength comes from within &lt;br /&gt;And we were given this life to live&lt;br /&gt;Don't waste it all on your sorrows&lt;br /&gt;Don't dwell on your past, live for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you cant deny&lt;br /&gt;that I'll be the one mistake &lt;br /&gt;you carry forever &lt;br /&gt;and you cant pretend now &lt;br /&gt;that you thought i'd forget to notice &lt;br /&gt;you werent gone but the truth is its pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where you are seems to be&lt;br /&gt;As far as an eternity&lt;br /&gt;Outstretched arms open hearts&lt;br /&gt;And if it never ends then when do we start?&lt;br /&gt;I'll never leave you behind&lt;br /&gt;Or treat you unkind&lt;br /&gt;I know you understand&lt;br /&gt;And with a tear in my eye&lt;br /&gt;Give me the sweetest goodbye&lt;br /&gt;That I ever did receive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my sorry for 2004 &lt;br /&gt;im not gunna mess up anymore...&lt;br /&gt;i've apologized a million times &lt;br /&gt;so here comes a million and one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a piece of you that's here with me&lt;br /&gt;It's everywhere I go, it's everything I see&lt;br /&gt;When I sleep, I dream and it gets me by&lt;br /&gt;I can make believe that you're here tonight&lt;br /&gt;That you're here tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now I'll write I love you down &lt;br /&gt;the same number of times you said it to me&lt;br /&gt;then I'll shove the hundreds of pages down your throat&lt;br /&gt;so you can use them for the next fool that comes around &lt;br /&gt;and thinks you're the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never meant to do those things to you,&lt;br /&gt;so i have to say before i go, &lt;br /&gt;that i just want you to know..&lt;br /&gt;i've found a reason for me, to change who i used to be, &lt;br /&gt;a reason to start over new, and the reason is you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be anything&lt;br /&gt;other than what I've been trying to be lately &lt;br /&gt;all I have to do is think of me &lt;br /&gt;and I have peace of mind &lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of looking 'round rooms &lt;br /&gt;wondering what I've got to do &lt;br /&gt;who I'm supposed to be &lt;br /&gt;i don't want to be anything other than me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt think there was anybody out there for me, but that all&lt;br /&gt;changed the moment i met you, there hasnt been a time in my&lt;br /&gt;life when you havent been on my mind, and i dont think there&lt;br /&gt;ever will..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you wanna know what i think of you?&lt;br /&gt;'cause you're not the way i thought you should be&lt;br /&gt;do take back what you said&lt;br /&gt;it's time to fix, it's time to fix your head&lt;br /&gt;and now all alone, one's less than two&lt;br /&gt;i've never been better off living lonely&lt;br /&gt;to listen to what you say&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't care less of what you say&lt;br /&gt;what did you think of me acting this way&lt;br /&gt;i guess you never thought at all&lt;br /&gt;is that what you call your brain?&lt;br /&gt;is that why i call you hang up on me?&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to know, i don't want to lose&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm a man whose just living small&lt;br /&gt;listen to what you say&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't care less of what you say&lt;br /&gt;to me as i walk alone i'd&lt;br /&gt;much rather be riding prone, then&lt;br /&gt;to be just another one you are lame to&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;currently playing&lt;/strong&gt; - A Favor House Atlantic -- Coheed and Cambria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently eating/drinking &lt;/strong&gt;- chips and soda &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently wearing&lt;/strong&gt; - SWR 21 shirt, brown pj pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;current mood&lt;/strong&gt; - excited &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently thinking&lt;/strong&gt; -  i wanna go ice skating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;current quote/lyric&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;those who have to wait for love, &lt;br /&gt;only appreciate it more when it comes&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is side one, flip me over&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not your favorite record.&lt;br /&gt;But the songs you grow to like never stick at first,&lt;br /&gt;So I'm writing you a chorus, and here is your verse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the first thing i remember .. &lt;br /&gt;now its the last thing left on my mind . &lt;br /&gt;afraid of the dark do you hear me whisper . &lt;br /&gt;an empty heart replaced with paranoia&lt;br /&gt;where do we go life's temporary . &lt;br /&gt;after we're gone like new years resolutions&lt;br /&gt;whyy is this hard, do you recognize me . &lt;br /&gt;i know im wrong but i cant help believing&lt;br /&gt;im so lost . im barely here . &lt;br /&gt;wish i could explain myself' . &lt;br /&gt;but words escape me . its too late. to save me&lt;br /&gt;you're too late . you're too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;real love hurts, &lt;br /&gt;real love makes you totally vulnerable and open&lt;br /&gt;real love will take you far beyond yourself &lt;br /&gt;therefore love will devastate you &lt;br /&gt;if love does not shatter you &lt;br /&gt;y o u - d o n' t - k n o w - l o v e &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinderella walked on broken glass &amp; &lt;br /&gt;Sleepinq beauty let a whole lifetime pass &lt;br /&gt;life is blood sweat &amp; tears . . love means &lt;br /&gt;[ * facin all ur fears * ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and if my minds somewhere else, &lt;br /&gt;you won't be able to tell... &lt;br /&gt;I do the best imitation of myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like taking me to the top of the tallest mountain &lt;br /&gt;and showing me the world..&lt;br /&gt;then telling me 'this is what you CAN'T have'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Promise me, that's all I want, just a promise that you will never forget me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tell me I changed you somehow&lt;/strong&gt;, let me know that &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I had an impact on your life&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;promise me that you will always remember me, losing you was hard enough, but &lt;strong&gt;I don't want to go on knowing that I mean absoultely nothing to you  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is because&lt;br /&gt;i can spell konfusion with a K and i like it&lt;br /&gt;its to dying in another's arm and why I had to try it&lt;br /&gt;its to jimmy eat world and those nights in my car&lt;br /&gt;when the first star you see may not be a star&lt;br /&gt;im not your star&lt;br /&gt;isn't that what you said&lt;br /&gt;what you thought this song meant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's things I haven't told you &lt;br /&gt;I come out late at night &lt;br /&gt;And if I was to tell you &lt;br /&gt;You'd see my different side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're young &lt;br /&gt;you think every song is made for you, &lt;br /&gt;like that song is the only thing&lt;br /&gt;that will get you through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;currently playing &lt;/strong&gt;- my valentine//martina mcbride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently eating/drinking&lt;/strong&gt; - nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently wearing&lt;/strong&gt; - six flags sweatshirt...pj pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;current mood&lt;/strong&gt; - happy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently thinking&lt;/strong&gt; - today wasnt as bad as i thought it would be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;current quote/lyric &lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;em&gt;like a butterfly pinned to the pages...my heart is yours for the taking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be waiting here for you,&lt;br /&gt;So if you come here&lt;br /&gt;You'll find me, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I promise&lt;/strong&gt;. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Climb out on this rooftop, &lt;br /&gt;And stare at the city lights below us&lt;br /&gt;This world belongs to us tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when your left with only a bullet &lt;br /&gt;i'll bring a trigger and a promise to pull it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i think you should know&lt;br /&gt;that you have everything &lt;br /&gt;i ever wanted for so damn long&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my heart is on my sleeve&lt;br /&gt;wear it like a bruise or blackeye&lt;br /&gt;my badge my witness&lt;br /&gt;that means that i believed&lt;br /&gt;every single lie you said &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;arent you tired of being weak?&lt;br /&gt;such rage that you could scream &lt;br /&gt;all the stars right out of the sky&lt;br /&gt;and destroy the prettiest starry night&lt;br /&gt;every evening that i die&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;theres no past tense of love..&lt;br /&gt;you just cant "fall outta love" &lt;br /&gt;it just doesnt work that way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;these are the songs that make me smile,&lt;br /&gt;and cry myself to sleep at night, &lt;br /&gt;when im lying without you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i'll remember the strength that you gave me... &lt;br /&gt;Now that im standing on my own... &lt;br /&gt;and i'll remember the way that you saved me ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All i have to say is...&lt;br /&gt;if these are the 'best days of my life', &lt;br /&gt;then I'm going to kill myself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know who to trust ; &lt;br /&gt;Was left for dead before...&lt;br /&gt;I don't belive in you or anything no more &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;currently playing&lt;/strong&gt; - girls wanna have fun//cyndi lauper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently eating/drinking&lt;/strong&gt; - pasta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently wearing&lt;/strong&gt; - what i wore to school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;current mood&lt;/strong&gt; - cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently thinking&lt;/strong&gt; - i need gloves...and im in the house &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;current quote/lyric&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;i've dreamed of this a thousand before, in my dreams i couldnt love you more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You say you've changed and you've matured&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I highly doubt it&lt;br /&gt;Because you still think love&lt;br /&gt;is just a word&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...And i'm feeling hurt, &lt;br /&gt;and I've fought back some tears of my own. &lt;br /&gt;But there's something to be said &lt;br /&gt;for those who face the darkness alone...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't imagine ever.. &lt;br /&gt;looking into someone else's ..eyes..&lt;br /&gt;..or reaching for someone else's ..hand..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we say goodbye, &lt;br /&gt;and go underground or up towards the sky&lt;br /&gt;up in smoke, burnt down to size.&lt;br /&gt;At least we're still friends.&lt;br /&gt;At least we're still alive.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its like beauty, &lt;br /&gt;people only pay attention to the outside &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and with every beat of her ..heart..&lt;br /&gt;she believes it won't get broken..&lt;br /&gt;..this time..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I remember your face imprinted on angels&lt;br /&gt;Your voice as beautiful as the sound of waves&lt;br /&gt;Crashing against my heart&lt;br /&gt;Time stands still when you look at me&lt;br /&gt;I'm infatuated with this&lt;br /&gt;Infatuated with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you almost always pick the best times&lt;br /&gt;to drop the worse lines...you almost &lt;br /&gt;made me cry again this time. i never&lt;br /&gt;felt so alone, red flashing lights well&lt;br /&gt;this time i'm not going to watch myself die&lt;br /&gt;i think i've made it a game, to play your &lt;br /&gt;game and let myself cry, i buried myself&lt;br /&gt;alive on the inside.  so i could shut you out&lt;br /&gt;and let you go away for a long time...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;something bout the way your eyes shine&lt;br /&gt;when the lights are out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all i want is you right now&lt;br /&gt; to spend my waking days in your arms &lt;br /&gt;knowing you love me the way i need to be loved &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the real truth is that everyone &lt;br /&gt;is going to hurt you&lt;br /&gt;you just have to decide &lt;br /&gt;who is worth the pain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know i died that night. &lt;br /&gt;and ill never be brought back to life... &lt;br /&gt;once again i know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know i died that night. &lt;br /&gt;and ill never be brought back to life... &lt;br /&gt;once again i know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998992-107655053164406472?l=faketheromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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pants&lt;br /&gt;current mood - pissed&lt;br /&gt;currently thinking - what a fucking faggot&lt;br /&gt;current quote/lyric - &lt;em&gt;i only regret letting you mean that much to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you don't know what you've put me through&lt;br /&gt;it's okay, i've forgiven you&lt;br /&gt;but in some way &lt;br /&gt;i hope it fucks with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the killer in me is the killer in you&lt;br /&gt;my love&lt;br /&gt;I send this smile over to you&lt;br /&gt;disarm you with a smile&lt;br /&gt;and leave you like they left me here&lt;br /&gt;to wither in denial&lt;br /&gt;the bitterness of one who's left alone&lt;br /&gt;ooh, the years burn&lt;br /&gt;ooh, the years burn, burn, burn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let them say we're crazy&lt;br /&gt;I don't care about that&lt;br /&gt;Put your hand in my hand baby&lt;br /&gt;don't ever look back&lt;br /&gt;Let the world around us just fall apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i must be some kind of fool&lt;br /&gt;thinking i meant anything to you  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe cupid should`shoot&lt;br /&gt;himself with his own arrow&lt;br /&gt;then may.be he'd see how '&lt;br /&gt;much  love hurts &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;come with me in the twilight &lt;br /&gt;of a summer night for a while&lt;br /&gt;tell me of a story never ever told in the past&lt;br /&gt;take me back to the land &lt;br /&gt;where my yearnings were born&lt;br /&gt;the key to open the door is in your hand,&lt;br /&gt;now fly me there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;love will come to those who still hope&lt;br /&gt;even though  they've been disappointed&lt;br /&gt;to those who still believe &lt;br /&gt;although they've been betrayed&lt;br /&gt;and to those who have the courage &lt;br /&gt;and faith to build trust again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take my heart if you like the beat..&lt;br /&gt;Take my lungs if its hard to breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were right when they said&lt;br /&gt;love is the slowest form of suicide&lt;br /&gt;because his lips are laced with extacy&lt;br /&gt;and im addicted to his kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i know you would be there either way &lt;br /&gt;im so glad it seems like these times will never fade&lt;br /&gt;so ill tell everyone how much this means to me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998992-107645894654739782?l=faketheromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107645894654739782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107645894654739782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faketheromance.blogspot.com/2004_02_10_archive.html#107645894654739782' title=''/><author><name>Tanisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05349404912043583667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998992.post-107637804615196977</id><published>2004-02-09T20:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T20:56:33.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>currently playing - nothing&lt;br /&gt;currently eating/drinking - nothing &lt;br /&gt;currently wearing - sweats; white shirt&lt;br /&gt;current mood - blahh&lt;br /&gt;currently thinking - damn him&lt;br /&gt;current quote/lyric - &lt;em&gt;if i told you this was killing me.. would you stop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if i ever stop thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;i`d probably choke down the word&lt;br /&gt;i never said and if i stop ever thinkin of you&lt;br /&gt;i`d bury my heart and fall back in my bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is a rythm with two hearts beating&lt;br /&gt;pounding out a message steady and true&lt;br /&gt;talk to me baby tell me what your feeling&lt;br /&gt;i know what love is whats it to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she loves the sweet nothings&lt;br /&gt;That make her feel like something &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i remember lying by your side&lt;br /&gt;felt your heart beat right next to mine&lt;br /&gt;and i'll never forget the way you said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;just another black Autumn passing by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when boys meant yuck and friends were all new.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams were unshattered and worries few. &lt;br /&gt;Recess was to short and life to long. &lt;br /&gt;Decisions came easy with no need to belong. &lt;br /&gt;Storks delivered babies and passions weren't strong. &lt;br /&gt;Friendships were unbroken and we knew right and wrong. &lt;br /&gt;Bad things didn't happen an only skinned knees brought tears. &lt;br /&gt;The night light in its socket quieted all of our fears. &lt;br /&gt;Farewell meant just for summer and real friends didn't part. &lt;br /&gt;Fun went on forever and  never left a broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hate being just another memory...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've got me right where you want me &lt;br /&gt;lets never talk about this again because&lt;br /&gt;i didnt want it to mean that much to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the fear in me&lt;br /&gt;Is what keeps me up at night&lt;br /&gt;And your killing me&lt;br /&gt;but it makes me feel...broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998992-107637804615196977?l=faketheromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107637804615196977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107637804615196977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faketheromance.blogspot.com/2004_02_09_archive.html#107637804615196977' title=''/><author><name>Tanisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05349404912043583667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998992.post-107628272422006845</id><published>2004-02-08T18:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T18:34:09.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>currently playing - i miss you//blink 182&lt;br /&gt;currently eating/drinking - nothin&lt;br /&gt;currently wearing - sweats; soccer shirt from a longggg time ago&lt;br /&gt;current mood - happy&lt;br /&gt;currently thinking - i got my computer back : - ) &lt;br /&gt;current quote/lyric -count on nobody and no one will let you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i am finally seeing &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;i was the one worth leaving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can't rain all the time &lt;br /&gt;The sky won't fall forever&lt;br /&gt;And though the night seems long &lt;br /&gt;Your tears won't fall forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to mean something to someone…&lt;br /&gt;Anything to anyone…&lt;br /&gt;Sick of being tired&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like everything is all my fault&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the air is contagious, no one can save us&lt;br /&gt;nothing this good could ever last&lt;br /&gt;and tonight is a drug that i wont give up&lt;br /&gt;this is my favorite addiction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't take this anymore. &lt;br /&gt;when i'm with you... i feel like i'm nothing. &lt;br /&gt;thats why i don't like it when you touch me.  &lt;br /&gt;thats why i never touch you;   &lt;br /&gt;or even think about you.&lt;br /&gt;because when i start to, it just reminds me&lt;br /&gt;that i'm not good enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destiny is something we've invented &lt;br /&gt;because we can't stand the fact &lt;br /&gt;that everything that happens is accidental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im tired of trying.&lt;br /&gt;'trying is the reason for living.'&lt;br /&gt;oh. that makes sense now.&lt;br /&gt;'just dont expect much.'&lt;br /&gt;from you? i never did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because when you realize &lt;br /&gt;you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, &lt;br /&gt;you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't give up fighting until nothing else stands in your way.  &lt;br /&gt;don't give up talking until there's nothing left to say.  &lt;br /&gt;but no matter what you do,&lt;br /&gt;don't ever compromise what you believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but keep my valentine &lt;br /&gt;I'll keep my bleeding heart&lt;br /&gt;Just let me out of here&lt;br /&gt;Before that sentimental music starts&lt;br /&gt;And your regrets fall like empty lines&lt;br /&gt;Like the lies we write on valentines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I resent you so much &lt;br /&gt;For all the things you make me feel, &lt;br /&gt;and for everything you've ever Said to me...&lt;br /&gt;I never meant much to you &lt;br /&gt;There's always something more important&lt;br /&gt;I've had to settle for second best&lt;br /&gt;For way to long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because you can't laugh last &lt;br /&gt;if i stab you in the throat with the knife you left in my back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your so guilty its disgusting&lt;br /&gt;hes been sneaking underneath your sheets&lt;br /&gt;and your hands have been places that they&lt;br /&gt;probably should'nt go;&lt;br /&gt;but dont worry sweetie....i already know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll say sorry, then you'll look away....&lt;br /&gt;somehow i cant put you in the past.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998992-107628272422006845?l=faketheromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107628272422006845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107628272422006845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faketheromance.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107628272422006845' title=''/><author><name>Tanisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05349404912043583667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998992.post-107534129970154076</id><published>2004-01-28T20:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T20:57:10.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>currently playing - walk away// x-tina&lt;br /&gt;currently eating/drinking - sprite remixx&lt;br /&gt;currently wearing - black pants....old navy sweatshirt&lt;br /&gt;current mood - blahhh&lt;br /&gt;currently thinking - haha American Idol is toooo fucking funny&lt;br /&gt;current quote/lyric - i keep going right back to the one thing that i need to walk away from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im thinking about all the late night phone calls, &lt;br /&gt;and the hours we spent, &lt;br /&gt;and every word you said&lt;br /&gt;i hate being  attached&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its logical logic&lt;br /&gt;The quickest way to ruin a relationship with someone&lt;br /&gt;is to actually try and have a relationship with them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i  wanted  you  for nothing more&lt;br /&gt;than anything, than what you are&lt;br /&gt;and  that’s what you wanted to  hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm falling down,&lt;br /&gt;and you're not here to break my fall.&lt;br /&gt;i shut my eyes when you're around, &lt;br /&gt;i hold my breath to kill the sound of your voice. &lt;br /&gt;i'm falling down, &lt;br /&gt;and you're not here to break my fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its time for you to choose &lt;br /&gt;the bullet or the chapstick. &lt;br /&gt;"and your far to cute"..or whatever he said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the dream in me expire&lt;br /&gt;and theres no one left to blame it on &lt;br /&gt;I hear you label me a liar &lt;br /&gt;cause I cant seem to get this through &lt;br /&gt;You say its over, I can sigh again, yeah &lt;br /&gt;Why try to stay sober when Im dying here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. i fucking hate you &lt;br /&gt; you think everything &lt;br /&gt;will be fine ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998992-107534129970154076?l=faketheromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107534129970154076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107534129970154076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faketheromance.blogspot.com/2004_01_28_archive.html#107534129970154076' title=''/><author><name>Tanisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05349404912043583667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998992.post-107525472503716000</id><published>2004-01-27T20:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T21:12:27.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>currently playing - dream lover//mariah carey&lt;br /&gt;currently eating/drinking - vanilla coke&lt;br /&gt;currently wearing - SWR 21 shirt....grey sweats&lt;br /&gt;current mood - idk&lt;br /&gt;currently thinking - haha American Idol is toooo fucking funny&lt;br /&gt;current quote/lyric - cos' i just wanna share forever with you baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;because i need you more than you need me &lt;br /&gt;because i want you more i know &lt;br /&gt;because we move too fucking fast &lt;br /&gt;i think i really had to wish to make this last&lt;br /&gt;i know im sorry please forgive me believe me if you would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted you to know &lt;br /&gt;i love the way you laugh&lt;br /&gt;i wanna hold you high and steal your pain&lt;br /&gt;cause I'm broken&lt;br /&gt;when I'm lonesome&lt;br /&gt;and I don't feel right when you're gone away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bullet with your name &lt;br /&gt;right  through my chest &lt;br /&gt;proving love was worth dying for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;you've got a lure I can't deny, &lt;br /&gt;but you've had your chance &lt;br /&gt;so say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant solve ur problems but i can promise&lt;br /&gt;that u wont have to go through them alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave my room open till sunrise for you&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep my eyes patiently focused on you&lt;br /&gt;where are you now I can hear footsteps, I'm dreaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laying away in my empty bed &lt;br /&gt;with a picture of you in my head&lt;br /&gt;you get me drunk off your kiss &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you live your life&lt;br /&gt;like your something so perfect&lt;br /&gt;when really lifes not a fairytale &lt;br /&gt;so wake up to reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're down for selling me out,&lt;br /&gt;while i play dumb.&lt;br /&gt;but it's cool because i let you.&lt;br /&gt;you thought i'd never catch you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you said "we're only friends." &lt;br /&gt;yeah, real good friends, i bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause all i want to be &lt;br /&gt;is the minute that you hold me in&lt;br /&gt;when you pretend that i'm all that you waited for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said there would not be any &lt;br /&gt;reason to fear this world. but &lt;br /&gt;you're the reason i feel broken, &lt;br /&gt;and branded, and burning with doubt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998992-107525472503716000?l=faketheromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107525472503716000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107525472503716000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faketheromance.blogspot.com/2004_01_27_archive.html#107525472503716000' title=''/><author><name>Tanisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05349404912043583667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998992.post-107505858124374266</id><published>2004-01-25T14:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T21:01:59.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>currently playing - the jump off// Lil Kim&lt;br /&gt;currently eating/drinking - nothing&lt;br /&gt;currently wearing - Cal remembrance shirt...black pants&lt;br /&gt;current mood - boreddd&lt;br /&gt;currently thinking - i need to study for my midterm....&lt;br /&gt;current quote/lyric - &lt;em&gt;I don't care about nothing at all, but I think the world of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m sorry for everything I’ve said, &lt;br /&gt;and for anything I forgot to say, &lt;br /&gt;when things get so complicated, &lt;br /&gt;I stumble at best muddle through&lt;br /&gt;I wish that our lives could be simple, &lt;br /&gt;I don’t want the world, only you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-//- Aida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The past few weeks I’ve been confused,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I wonder if I’m better off alone &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-//- The Ataris &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you still my heart..and you take my breath away..&lt;br /&gt;would you take me in..would you take me deeper now..&lt;br /&gt;'cause you're all i want...you are all i need...&lt;br /&gt;you are everything...everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-//- Lifehouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know he's not perfect!&lt;br /&gt;But he's the one person that will shown up on my birthday&lt;br /&gt;and say I'm glad you were born!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-//- 28 Days &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know that place between sleep and wake,&lt;br /&gt;where you still remember dreaming? &lt;br /&gt;That's where I'll wait for you.&lt;br /&gt;That's where I'll always love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love can kill you. It can tear you apart. &lt;br /&gt;But if you're very lucky, it can bring you back together. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-//- The Wonder Years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry. I know I did something terrible, horrible to you, &lt;br /&gt;and if I could take it back I would. &lt;br /&gt;I sometimes wish you would do something horrible to me &lt;br /&gt;and then we'd be even. &lt;br /&gt;but you, you would never do that.&lt;br /&gt;It's just that all these things are happening and I need someone. &lt;br /&gt;You're the only one I can talk to...you've always been the only one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-//- The Wonder Years &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In seventh grade you are what other people say you are.&lt;br /&gt;When it comes down to it, &lt;br /&gt;you don't remember the people you tried to impress.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-//- The Wonder Years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You've got me under your spell, &lt;br /&gt;and don't think that I'm kidding around.. &lt;br /&gt;don't think I can forget you now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-//- Saves The Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've written a note,&lt;br /&gt;it's pressed between pages&lt;br /&gt;that you've marked to find your way back.&lt;br /&gt;It says "Does he ever get the girl?"&lt;br /&gt;But what if the pages stay pressed,&lt;br /&gt;the chapters unfinished,&lt;br /&gt;the stories too dull to unfold? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-//- Dashboard Confessional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there are things in life that matter. &lt;br /&gt;there are things in the past that remain, &lt;br /&gt;he was a part of my life, and i was a part of his, &lt;br /&gt;and i knew for as long as i lived i would never let him go &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-//- The Wonder Years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998992-107505858124374266?l=faketheromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107505858124374266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107505858124374266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faketheromance.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107505858124374266' title=''/><author><name>Tanisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05349404912043583667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998992.post-10749935667020620</id><published>2004-01-24T20:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-24T20:21:32.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>currently playing - showdown//britney spears&lt;br /&gt;currently eating/drinking - rice &lt;br /&gt;currently wearing - grey hoodie...red velour pants &lt;br /&gt;current mood - frustrated&lt;br /&gt;currently thinking - planning surprises is hard&lt;br /&gt;current quote/lyric - &lt;em&gt;when I speak from my heart; you laugh like it's a game&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stretching my arms out as far as they go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;..i want you to know no matter what..        &lt;br /&gt; i love you this much  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entertain me;&lt;br /&gt; tell me "it didnt mean anything"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to do to you&lt;br /&gt;exactly what you did to me &lt;br /&gt;lead you on&lt;br /&gt;make u fall for me &lt;br /&gt;and then just let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're finding hope in light&lt;br /&gt;You're my dreams tonight&lt;br /&gt;With you I'm falling in love&lt;br /&gt;For the very first time&lt;br /&gt; -the early november&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So keep the blood in your head&lt;br /&gt;And keep your feet on the ground&lt;br /&gt;If today's the day it gets tired&lt;br /&gt;Today's the day we drop out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me but this won't take long&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for writing you this song but just what do you think you deserve?&lt;br /&gt;Because when you had the chance for romance you burned it at both ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this love, this love is a strange love, a faded kind of mellow,&lt;br /&gt; this love...this love, I think I'm gonna fall again, &lt;br /&gt;and whenever you held my hand, it didn't mean a thing, &lt;br /&gt;mean a thing, think I'm gonna fall again, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fate does exist- but it can only take you so far&lt;br /&gt;- after that- its up to you to make things happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all my life I've never found what I couldn't resist,&lt;br /&gt;what I couldn't turn down.&lt;br /&gt;I could walk away from anyone I ever knew, &lt;br /&gt;but I can't just walk away from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this confusion is my illusion&lt;br /&gt;nowhere to look &lt;br /&gt;but know where to find you &lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998992-10749935667020620?l=faketheromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/10749935667020620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/10749935667020620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faketheromance.blogspot.com/2004_01_24_archive.html#10749935667020620' title=''/><author><name>Tanisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05349404912043583667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998992.post-107491732858187587</id><published>2004-01-23T23:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T23:10:53.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>currently playing - nothing&lt;br /&gt;currently eating/drinking - ginger ale&lt;br /&gt;currently wearing - what i wore to school...&lt;br /&gt;current mood - tired&lt;br /&gt;currently thinking - SLEEEPPPPPP &lt;br /&gt;current quote/lyric - &lt;em&gt;No more lies. Please give me another chance. I'm a wreck without you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* WARNING * I'M EXTREMELYYYYY TIRED...SO I MIGHT POST A QUOTE MORE THAN ONCE...OR POST ONE THAT I POSTED 2 DAYS AGO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see i've been waiting  all this  time&lt;br /&gt;to  be something i  can't define  so&lt;br /&gt;lets cause a scene, clap our hands&lt;br /&gt;and stomp our  feet or  something,&lt;br /&gt;yeah  something, i've  just  got  to&lt;br /&gt;GET MYSELF OVER ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're no good at lying and I'm no good at comebacks.&lt;br /&gt;But you're so untouchable and I'm oh so terrible at this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i giving enough? is it all it should be?&lt;br /&gt;when water gets rough will you still swim with me?&lt;br /&gt;so afraid to come close and maybe to soon &lt;br /&gt;and maybe to much for you to consume &lt;br /&gt;and i wanna know if i can live inside your world &lt;br /&gt;and i wanna know if i can give it to you, boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And if you could teach the world to be..&lt;br /&gt; I'd teach them all to be something just like me.&lt;br /&gt; Frustrated, bitter, depressing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's okay if you have go away &lt;br /&gt;just remember the telephone works both ways &lt;br /&gt;and if I never ever hear it ring, &lt;br /&gt;if nothing else,&lt;br /&gt;I'll think the bells inside &lt;br /&gt;have finally found you someone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we do it? &lt;br /&gt;Because we choose to live the dream&lt;br /&gt;instead of choosing to live the life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.dont.waste.your.lips.on.words.ive.heard.before. &lt;br /&gt;.my love life is like a murder scene. &lt;br /&gt;so forget everything you think you know about me.&lt;br /&gt;she whispers into the mirror.."im broken." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are the words of the unsophisticated heartbroken romantics&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998992-107491732858187587?l=faketheromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107491732858187587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107491732858187587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faketheromance.blogspot.com/2004_01_23_archive.html#107491732858187587' title=''/><author><name>Tanisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05349404912043583667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998992.post-107470934560703172</id><published>2004-01-21T13:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T13:25:39.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YOU KNOW YOU GREW UP IN THE 80's or &lt;strong&gt;early 90's&lt;/strong&gt; IF-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You've ever ended a sentence with the word "PSYCHE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. You watched the Pound Puppies.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. You can sing the rap to the "Fresh Prince of Belair"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You wore biker shorts under your skirts and felt stylish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. You yearned to be a member of the Baby-sitters club and tried to start a club of your own.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You owned those lil Strawberry Shortcake pals scented dolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. You know that "WOAH" comes from Joey on Blossom .................................................&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Two words: M.C. Hammer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. If you ever watched "Fraggle Rock."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. You had plastic streamers on your handle bars.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. You can sing the entire theme song to "Duck Tales."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. When it was actually worth getting up early on a Saturday to watch cartoons&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;13. You wore a ponytail on the side of your head.&lt;br /&gt;14. You saw the original "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles" on the big screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. You got super-excited when it was Oregon Trail day in computer class at school.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. You made your Mom buy one of those clips that would hold your shirt in a knot on the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. You played the game "MASH" (Mansion, Apartment, Shelter, House)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. You wore Jordache Jean jacket and you were proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;19. L.A. Gear...&lt;br /&gt;20. You wanted to change your name to "JEM" in Kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. You remember reading "Tales of a fourth grade nothing" and all the Ramona books.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. You know the profound meaning of "WAX ON, WAX OFF"&lt;br /&gt;23. You wanted to be a Goonie.&lt;br /&gt;24. You ever wore fluorescent clothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. You can remember what Michael Jackson looked like before his nose fell off...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. You have ever pondered why Smurfette was the only female smurf.&lt;br /&gt;27. You took Lunch Pails to school.&lt;br /&gt;28. You remember the CRAZE, then the BANNING of slap bracelets.&lt;br /&gt;29. You still get the urge to say "NOT" after every sentence.&lt;br /&gt;30. You remember Hypercolor T-shirts.&lt;br /&gt;31. Barbie and the Rockers was your favorite band.&lt;br /&gt;32. You thought Sheera and He-Man should hook up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33. You thought your childhood friends would never leave because you exchanged friendship bracelets.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. You ever owned a pair of jelly shoes.&lt;br /&gt;35. After you saw Pee-Wee's Big Adventure you kept saying "I know what you are, but what am I?"&lt;br /&gt;36. You remember "I've fallen and I can't get up"&lt;br /&gt;37. You remember going to the skating rink before there were inline skates.&lt;br /&gt;38. You ever got seriously injured on a Slip and Slid e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39. You have ever played with a Skip-It.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40. You had or attended a birthday party at McDonald's.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. You've gone through this list occasionally saying "Totally awesome"&lt;br /&gt;42. You remember Popples.&lt;br /&gt;43. "Don't worry, be happy"&lt;br /&gt;44. You wore like, EIGHT pairs of socks over tights with high top Reeboks.&lt;br /&gt;45. You wore socks scrunched down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;46. "Miss MARY MACK MACK, all dressed in BLACK BLACK BLACK"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. You remember boom boxes Vs. CD players.&lt;br /&gt;48. You remember watching both "Gremlins" movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;49. You know what it meant to say "Care Bear Stare!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50. You remember watching Rainbow Bright and My Little Pony Tales"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. You thought Doogie Howser was hot.&lt;br /&gt;52. You remember Alf, the lil furry brown alien from Melmac.&lt;br /&gt;53. You remember New Kids on the Block when they were cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;54. You knew all the characters names and their life stories on "Saved By the Bell," the ORIGINAL class.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. You know all the words to Bon Jovi - YOU GIVE LOVE A BAD NAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ones in bold apply to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998992-107470934560703172?l=faketheromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107470934560703172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107470934560703172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faketheromance.blogspot.com/2004_01_21_archive.html#107470934560703172' title=''/><author><name>Tanisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05349404912043583667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998992.post-107464388511767165</id><published>2004-01-20T19:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T19:33:40.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>currently playing - whiteflag//dido&lt;br /&gt;currently eating/drinking - moutain dew&lt;br /&gt;currently wearing - old navy sweatshirt..pj pants&lt;br /&gt;current mood - hyper&lt;br /&gt;currently thinking - idk why we arent talking &lt;br /&gt;current quote/lyric - &lt;em&gt;"And if I don't make it, know that, I loved you all along"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the most delicate of love shatters &lt;br /&gt;somewhere between the lines,&lt;br /&gt;somehow between the fights. &lt;br /&gt;and sometimes the print drips ink &lt;br /&gt;that we'll just never understand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"after he breaks your heart &lt;br /&gt;Then you'll be sad, &lt;br /&gt;so sad and then your teardrops start I tell  you, &lt;br /&gt;then you'll know how it hurts to be alone"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you can't laugh  last&lt;br /&gt;If i stab you in the throat &lt;br /&gt;with the knife you left in my back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we pray for night, to  start over again &lt;br /&gt;words are spoken words are broken down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you &lt;br /&gt;These five words I swear to you &lt;br /&gt;When you breathe I want to be the air for you &lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you &lt;br /&gt;I'd live and I'd die for you &lt;br /&gt;Steal the sun from the sky for you &lt;br /&gt;Words can't say what a love can do &lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is good and love is kind&lt;br /&gt;Love is drunk and love is blind&lt;br /&gt;Love is good and love is mine&lt;br /&gt;Love is drunk all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken hearts are often&lt;br /&gt;caused by unspoken words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it`s better to have lost love, &lt;br /&gt;then put on a smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And If I could teach the world to be..&lt;br /&gt;I’d teach them all to be something just like me.&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated, bitter, depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                &lt;br /&gt;One last touch and then you'll go &lt;br /&gt;and we'll pretend that it meant something so much more&lt;br /&gt;but it was vile, and it was cheap.&lt;br /&gt;And you are beautiful, but you don't mean a thing to me.       &lt;br /&gt;and pretend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill be living off your phone calls&lt;br /&gt;in your letters and your postcards&lt;br /&gt;every single word is like a secret wish come true&lt;br /&gt;who cares if we're apart for the big days&lt;br /&gt;its the small ones that made me fall in love with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998992-107464388511767165?l=faketheromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107464388511767165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107464388511767165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faketheromance.blogspot.com/2004_01_20_archive.html#107464388511767165' title=''/><author><name>Tanisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05349404912043583667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998992.post-107447536104565614</id><published>2004-01-18T20:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T20:24:38.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>currently playing - fuck it//eamon&lt;br /&gt;currently eating/drinking - moutain dew&lt;br /&gt;currently wearing - Punk'd tshirt, pj pants &lt;br /&gt;current mood - tired&lt;br /&gt;currently thinking - fuck him&lt;br /&gt;current quote/lyric - &lt;em&gt; fuck what i said...it dont mean shit now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;try to understand..  there's an old mistake&lt;br /&gt;that fools will make..and i'm the king of them..&lt;br /&gt;pushing everything that's good away.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too many times I've let love pass &lt;br /&gt;driving further away but I'm all out of gas &lt;br /&gt;never did I think I'd find you &lt;br /&gt;so I sit down and write these words in tribute &lt;br /&gt;don't push it away these words are sincere &lt;br /&gt;since you, my everday has been so clear &lt;br /&gt;I thank you for everything I truly do &lt;br /&gt;with this song please carry on &lt;br /&gt;and I'll be here thinking of you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is hard love is strong&lt;br /&gt;you will never say that you were wrong&lt;br /&gt;i don't know when i got bitter&lt;br /&gt;but love is surely better when it's gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're so funny&lt;br /&gt;then why are you on your own tonight?&lt;br /&gt;and if you're so clever&lt;br /&gt;then why are you on your own tonight?&lt;br /&gt;if you're so very entertaining&lt;br /&gt;then why are you on your own tonight?&lt;br /&gt;if you're so very good looking&lt;br /&gt;why do you sleep alone tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn from your past &lt;br /&gt;move on &lt;br /&gt;grow stronger. &lt;br /&gt;People are fake but let your trust last longer. &lt;br /&gt;Do what you have to do, &lt;br /&gt;but always stay true, &lt;br /&gt;and never let anyone get the best of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comin down the years turned over&lt;br /&gt;angels fall without you there&lt;br /&gt;and i go on and leave you home &lt;br /&gt;and all because ive become what you became to me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late dawns and early sunsets, &lt;br /&gt;just like my favorite scenes. &lt;br /&gt;Then holding hands and life was perfect,&lt;br /&gt;just like up on the screen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't mind the weather&lt;br /&gt;i've got scarves and caps and sweaters.   &lt;br /&gt;i've got long johns under slacks for blustery days; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're playing love songs on the radio tonight&lt;br /&gt;I can't relate to that right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was hope in me&lt;br /&gt;That I could take you there&lt;br /&gt;But dammit you're so young&lt;br /&gt;But I don't think I care&lt;br /&gt;and if I hurt you then i'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;It's just this guilt has got the best of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998992-107447536104565614?l=faketheromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107447536104565614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107447536104565614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faketheromance.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107447536104565614' title=''/><author><name>Tanisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05349404912043583667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998992.post-107420677551765486</id><published>2004-01-15T17:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T17:48:53.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>currently playing - Autumn's Monolouge//F.A.T.A&lt;br /&gt;currently eating/drinking - orange soda&lt;br /&gt;currently wearing - sixx flags hoodie...pj pants&lt;br /&gt;current mood - blah&lt;br /&gt;currently thinking - hmmm....wtf is goin on w/ him &lt;br /&gt;current quote/lyric - &lt;em&gt; He's in the back of your mind, all of the time&lt;br /&gt;Learn to forget, lovely forget&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I wish my luck would change... &lt;br /&gt;But you're the only person&lt;br /&gt;I would ever want to break my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some rules are made&lt;br /&gt;with all intentions to break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to cherish you&lt;br /&gt;but don't let this become&lt;br /&gt;my worst mistake &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh it's so hard to have someone to love&lt;br /&gt;and keeping quiet is hard&lt;br /&gt;cause you can't keep a secret &lt;br /&gt;if it never was a secret to start&lt;br /&gt;(you could at least pretend you didn't want to get caught)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember me, &lt;br /&gt;I'm the one standing to the right of you &lt;br /&gt;whispering in your ear, &lt;br /&gt;"I'm gonna be with you forever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're concentrating&lt;br /&gt;on falling apart &lt;br /&gt;we were contenders &lt;br /&gt;and we're throwing&lt;br /&gt;the fights, i just want&lt;br /&gt;to believe, i just want&lt;br /&gt;to believe, i just want &lt;br /&gt;to believe.. in us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trick to being a good sniper&lt;br /&gt;is to shoot between heart beats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's to the many things &lt;br /&gt;i meant but i never said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absence makes the heart  grow stronger&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to wait no longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;it seems you're always looking for that &lt;br /&gt;one thing to make your life complete..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998992-107420677551765486?l=faketheromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107420677551765486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107420677551765486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faketheromance.blogspot.com/2004_01_15_archive.html#107420677551765486' title=''/><author><name>Tanisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05349404912043583667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998992.post-107387388428342140</id><published>2004-01-11T21:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T21:18:25.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;You want a song of glory&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm fucking screaming at you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh why can't i be what you need&lt;br /&gt;a new improved version of me&lt;br /&gt;but i'm nothing so good, no i'm nothing&lt;br /&gt;just bones, a lonely ghost burning down songs&lt;br /&gt;of violence, of love, and of sorrow&lt;br /&gt;i beg for just one more tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;where you'll hold me down, fold me in&lt;br /&gt;deep, deep, deep in the heart of your sin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess i'll be the bigger person...&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the one to say&lt;br /&gt;"I hope you get everything you want...and deserve"   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the only lonely picture waiting on  my  floor&lt;br /&gt;littering my shore&lt;br /&gt;this is the last true burning letter&lt;br /&gt;given to a girl written by a boy&lt;br /&gt;living in a world created to destroy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tied a ribbon around my finger&lt;br /&gt;to remind me of who i was&lt;br /&gt;and in the process i realized i was nobody. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;born with nothing-die with everything&lt;br /&gt;i wont die until i have everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if looks could really kill&lt;br /&gt;my profession would be staring&lt;br /&gt;know we do this 'cause we care&lt;br /&gt;not for the thrill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if hearts were unbreakable...&lt;br /&gt;than i could just tell you where i stand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know when i got bitter...&lt;br /&gt;but love is surely better when it's gone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will take&lt;br /&gt;a bullet with your name, right  through my chest.&lt;br /&gt;proving that your love, is worth dying for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm certain if i drive into those trees&lt;br /&gt;it'd make less of a mess &lt;br /&gt;than you've made of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998992-107387388428342140?l=faketheromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107387388428342140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107387388428342140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faketheromance.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107387388428342140' title=''/><author><name>Tanisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05349404912043583667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998992.post-107360737572968520</id><published>2004-01-08T19:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T19:16:35.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;And I apologize for,&lt;br /&gt;Staying quiet when we should have talked&lt;br /&gt;Running forward when we should have walked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more time in this game we play. &lt;br /&gt;Sorry that i couldnt make you stay. &lt;br /&gt;Placing pieces on the floor. &lt;br /&gt;Off all the things that we loved before.&lt;br /&gt;And my heart is breaking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd show a smile, but I'm too weak. &lt;br /&gt;I'd share with you, &lt;br /&gt;could I only speak, just how much this hurts me.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot stay here. I cannot leave. &lt;br /&gt;Just like all I loved, I'm make-believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you wear a beautiful disguise&lt;br /&gt; to hide such an ugly lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes I lie awake at night, and I ask myself,&lt;br /&gt; Where have I gone wrong?&lt;br /&gt; Then a voice says to me,&lt;br /&gt; This is going to take more than one night."&lt;br /&gt;-Charlie Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He handed her 12 roses 11 real and 1 fake&lt;br /&gt;and said i will love u until the last rose dies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i made a big mistake&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin' you're a habit i can break&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'm addicted to you now i see&lt;br /&gt;Everything i love is killing me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh why cant i be what you need... &lt;br /&gt;a new improved version of me. &lt;br /&gt;But Im nothing so good, no Im nothing. &lt;br /&gt;Just bones, a lonely ghost burning down songs, &lt;br /&gt;of violence , of love and of sorrow. I&lt;br /&gt;beg for just one more tomorrow, &lt;br /&gt;where you hold me down fold me in... &lt;br /&gt;deep, deep, deep in the heart of your sins. &lt;br /&gt;I break in 2 over you. &lt;br /&gt;I break in 2 and each piece of me dies, &lt;br /&gt;and only you can give the breath of life. &lt;br /&gt;But you dont see me, you dont...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like just yesterday, &lt;br /&gt;when we would stay up late out on your front lawn. &lt;br /&gt;Talking about where we've been&lt;br /&gt;and all the places we're going. &lt;br /&gt;We would lose track of time &lt;br /&gt;watching cars pass us by &lt;br /&gt;and I would sneak back home before the sunrise.....&lt;br /&gt;And how everyday would seem so long&lt;br /&gt;and every night would go on and on and on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infatuation with someone&lt;br /&gt;can create a reason &lt;br /&gt;that they're the one you're meant for. &lt;br /&gt;No matter how stupid the reason, &lt;br /&gt;It always finds a way to take control...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a letter for you&lt;br /&gt;But the words get confused&lt;br /&gt;And the conversation dies&lt;br /&gt;Apologize for the past&lt;br /&gt;Talk some shit take it back&lt;br /&gt;Are we cursed to this life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should've said something but i've said it enough.&lt;br /&gt;By the way my words were faded.&lt;br /&gt;Rather waste some time with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and breathe in deep let it out slow&lt;br /&gt;did you hear its all my fault again&lt;br /&gt;i know why no one else knows&lt;br /&gt;why im here all alone again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her picture will remain unbroken &lt;br /&gt;she cries tonight "I fell in love"... &lt;br /&gt;Wipe each tear away with sand paper tonight I'm not alone...&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna get your fucking voice out of my head... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998992-107360737572968520?l=faketheromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107360737572968520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107360737572968520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faketheromance.blogspot.com/2004_01_08_archive.html#107360737572968520' title=''/><author><name>Tanisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05349404912043583667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998992.post-107318418885538773</id><published>2004-01-03T21:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-03T21:44:04.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>currently playing - 3 A.M.//Matchbox 20&lt;br /&gt;currently eating/drinking - snapple&lt;br /&gt;currently wearing - red sweats..white shirt&lt;br /&gt;current mood - upset&lt;br /&gt;currently thinking - i think he's mad at me &lt;br /&gt;current quote/lyric - i caused nothing but trouble.... i understand if you can't talk to me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the trouble with love is&lt;br /&gt;it can tear you up inside&lt;br /&gt;make your heart believe a lie&lt;br /&gt;its stronger than your pride&lt;br /&gt;the trouble with love is&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt care how fast you fall&lt;br /&gt;and you can't refuse the call&lt;br /&gt;See you've got no say at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my love must be a kind of blind love&lt;br /&gt;I can't see anyone but you&lt;br /&gt;are the stars out tonight!?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it's cloudy or bright&lt;br /&gt;cos' I only have eyes for you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the way a toy feels when its batteries run dry?&lt;br /&gt;I am the watch you always wear but you forget to wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll watch you crash and burn  &lt;br /&gt;promises are words never meant to be kept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Im waiting for this sky to fall,&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for a sign. &lt;br /&gt;All we are, is all so far... &lt;br /&gt;You're falling back to me, &lt;br /&gt;you're a star that I can see. &lt;br /&gt;I know you're out there, somewhere out there. &lt;br /&gt;You're falling out of reach, defying gravity.&lt;br /&gt;I know you're out there, somewhere out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People ask why I'm in love with you&lt;br /&gt;Well let me start by saying&lt;br /&gt;You got my heart by just being who you are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you 've got this silly way&lt;br /&gt;of keeping me on the edge&lt;br /&gt;of my seat you're one love &lt;br /&gt;struck fool ready to fall in &lt;br /&gt;love tonight under the sky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998992-107318418885538773?l=faketheromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107318418885538773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107318418885538773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faketheromance.blogspot.com/2004_01_03_archive.html#107318418885538773' title=''/><author><name>Tanisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05349404912043583667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998992.post-107282636059495531</id><published>2003-12-30T18:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T18:19:38.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;They might think you think you’re happy&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, maybe for a minute or two&lt;br /&gt;They can’t make you laugh&lt;br /&gt;No, they can’t make you feel the way that I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is you&lt;br /&gt;trying hard to make sure that your seen,&lt;br /&gt;with a girl on your arm&lt;br /&gt;and your heart on your sleeve... &lt;br /&gt;remind me not to ever think of you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nobody's supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;half a world away at times like these, &lt;br /&gt;so i sat alone, &lt;br /&gt;and waited out the Night...&lt;br /&gt;the best part of what has happened &lt;br /&gt;was the part i must have missed...&lt;br /&gt;so im askin you to shine it out &lt;br /&gt;and stick around...&lt;br /&gt;im not writing my goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish, how I wish you were here&lt;br /&gt;We're just two lost souls &lt;br /&gt;swimming in a fish bowl,&lt;br /&gt;Year after year,&lt;br /&gt;Running over the same old ground.&lt;br /&gt;What have we found?&lt;br /&gt;The same old fears.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life's a disaster &lt;br /&gt;She said Kill me Faster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I close my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;You're all that I see,&lt;br /&gt;When I take a gasp for life,&lt;br /&gt;You're all that I breathe,&lt;br /&gt;My hopes and dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Are set on making yours come true,&lt;br /&gt;My life isn't the greatest,&lt;br /&gt;But I'll devote it to you,&lt;br /&gt;Just take me by the hand,&lt;br /&gt;And I'll go with you tonight,&lt;br /&gt;Don't play with my heart,&lt;br /&gt;And I'll kiss you goodnight,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a picture from off the wall&lt;br /&gt;Cos you think that nothing matters&lt;br /&gt;Take a picture from the plane&lt;br /&gt;Cos it's a long way to the floor&lt;br /&gt;Cut your finger on the edge&lt;br /&gt;Because it's sharper than they told you&lt;br /&gt;Take a leap from out the window&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's way too far to go through the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you let me listen I'll make you feel clear&lt;br /&gt;You spend your time waiting for anyone to see&lt;br /&gt;If you should stop for a while&lt;br /&gt;You will find me standing by&lt;br /&gt;Over here at the side of your life&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to hold you still, remind you of all you've missed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's a danger in loving somebody too much,&lt;br /&gt;and it's sad when you know it's your heart they can't touch.&lt;br /&gt;There's a reason why people don't stay who they are.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, sometimes, love just ain't enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were doomed from the start, as lovers are.&lt;br /&gt;Why am I doing this? Digging my own grave.&lt;br /&gt;Though it's shallow, I would lie in it.&lt;br /&gt;We're down in the basement, in the dark,&lt;br /&gt;after we crash your car. &lt;br /&gt;Hoping fast that my arrow, hits the mark,&lt;br /&gt;so you know who we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had one wish this is what it would be...&lt;br /&gt;I'd ask you to spend all your time with me,&lt;br /&gt;That we'd be together forever.&lt;br /&gt;We'd buy a small house in south central L.A.&lt;br /&gt;Raise lots of kids then we'd both join a gang&lt;br /&gt;Just as long as we're together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not really sure...&lt;br /&gt;if coming from you..&lt;br /&gt;i'd understand the truth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998992-107282636059495531?l=faketheromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107282636059495531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107282636059495531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faketheromance.blogspot.com/2003_12_30_archive.html#107282636059495531' title=''/><author><name>Tanisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05349404912043583667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998992.post-107266158327090430</id><published>2003-12-28T20:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T20:33:20.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Can we start again..&lt;br /&gt;go back to what it meant back then?&lt;br /&gt;Open minds and open hearts...&lt;br /&gt;the things that set us apart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and so I hope you&lt;br /&gt;know when the sky&lt;br /&gt;comes crashing down, &lt;br /&gt;i'll love you, always...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she dont want no one around&lt;br /&gt;she dont want anybody to see&lt;br /&gt;what she looks like when shes down&lt;br /&gt;cause the truths a sad place to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll be true, i'll be useful...&lt;br /&gt;i'll be cavalier...i'll be yours my dear.&lt;br /&gt;and i'll belong to you...&lt;br /&gt;if you'll just let me through.&lt;br /&gt;this is easy as lovers go,&lt;br /&gt;so don't complicate it by hesitating.&lt;br /&gt;and this is wonderful as loving goes...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Consider this a letter that I never sent.&lt;br /&gt;However inconsiderate it seems.&lt;br /&gt;Do you still consider me the boy you laughed with,&lt;br /&gt;or that you learned to live without?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wont jump cause now &lt;br /&gt;I know you'd never catch me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I get away almost every day with&lt;br /&gt;what the girls call&lt;br /&gt;what the girls call&lt;br /&gt;MURDER. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i might not know what a friend is, &lt;br /&gt;all i know is what you're not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wrap me inside you're insecurities&lt;br /&gt;and I can become the cure to &lt;br /&gt;you're problems.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have no fear of losing you&lt;br /&gt;cuz you cant lose something....&lt;br /&gt;you never had...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for a lack of better&lt;br /&gt;words to say&lt;br /&gt;all i said was goodnight&lt;br /&gt;once again&lt;br /&gt;in my defense i wont sleep a wink&lt;br /&gt;to prevent dreaming of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I fought them all off &lt;br /&gt;just to hold you close and tight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm so lost, i'm barely here&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could explain myself&lt;br /&gt;but words escape me; it's too late&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just stay long enough to see me die&lt;br /&gt;Hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;I want you to have my last breath&lt;br /&gt;So kiss me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998992-107266158327090430?l=faketheromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107266158327090430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107266158327090430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faketheromance.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107266158327090430' title=''/><author><name>Tanisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05349404912043583667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998992.post-107255866333115426</id><published>2003-12-27T15:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-27T15:57:59.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>currently playing - the boy is mine//brandy ft. monica&lt;br /&gt;currently eating/drinking - gatorade &lt;br /&gt;currently wearing - whatever i fell asleep in&lt;br /&gt;current mood - shotttttt&lt;br /&gt;currently thinking - nyquil is dangerous&lt;br /&gt;current quote/lyric - i'm not looking for someone perfect &lt;br /&gt;just someone who's worth it &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until my jealousy eats me alive,&lt;br /&gt;Until I prove that without you, I can survive.&lt;br /&gt;Until God shows that love doesn't take sides,&lt;br /&gt;You still won't see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes &lt;br /&gt;you think you know someone so well,&lt;br /&gt;but the whole time&lt;br /&gt;you were just seeing what you wanted to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a woman loves a man&lt;br /&gt;he can make her do anything he wants to. &lt;br /&gt;Love is the only game in which two can play and both lose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had our share of hard times&lt;br /&gt;But that's the price we paid&lt;br /&gt;And through it all we kept the promise that we made&lt;br /&gt;I swear you'll never be lonley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amount of times you have&lt;br /&gt;ran across my mind.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a bullet&lt;br /&gt;with your name right through my chest&lt;br /&gt;proving love was worth dying for &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here. A little jealousy&lt;br /&gt;I hope you think of me&lt;br /&gt;Hope you wonder where I sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;Cause I feel like I'm inside out&lt;br /&gt;You got me upside down&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was holding on too tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight.&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand in the light &lt;br /&gt;so you can count &lt;br /&gt;how many tears fall from my eyes&lt;br /&gt;this time I'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;my heart cant get any worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the time is 2:22 &lt;br /&gt;and i hope your wish comes true&lt;br /&gt;but you say i'll know before you do&lt;br /&gt;and i hope youre right &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me why i should stay&lt;br /&gt;cause i don't wanna waste another moment&lt;br /&gt;saying things we were never meant to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;put your arms up around your knees  &lt;br /&gt;and hide out inside your  room &lt;br /&gt;pretend you can't feel at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my defense&lt;br /&gt;i wont sleep a wink tonight&lt;br /&gt;to prevent dreaming of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i cut off your arms and legs&lt;br /&gt;and wrapped you in some fucked-up cocoon, &lt;br /&gt;would you still look at me and say...&lt;br /&gt;you can't catch what you can't see&lt;br /&gt;well i caught you honey,&lt;br /&gt;like the clap sugar. &lt;br /&gt;what do you think of that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998992-107255866333115426?l=faketheromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107255866333115426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107255866333115426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faketheromance.blogspot.com/2003_12_27_archive.html#107255866333115426' title=''/><author><name>Tanisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05349404912043583667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998992.post-107231003324685168</id><published>2003-12-24T18:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T18:54:09.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>currently playing - too close//next&lt;br /&gt;currently eating/drinking - gatorade&lt;br /&gt;currently wearing - Puma hoodie...purple pj pants&lt;br /&gt;current mood - &lt;a href="http://www.imood.com/query.cgi?email=xxlucidstar@hotmail.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://moods.imood.com/display/email=xxlucidstar@hotmail.com/imood.jpg" alt="The current mood of xxlucidstar@hotmail.com at www.imood.com" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently thinking - i better be feelin better by x-mas&lt;br /&gt;current quote/lyric - she taps her finger....to the beat of her heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;je veux signifier quelque chose Ã  vous &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to mean something to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;your eyelashes tickled my neck&lt;br /&gt;with every nervous blink&lt;br /&gt;and it was perfect&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we were meant to live for so much more..&lt;br /&gt;have we lost ourselves.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if i cut off your arms and legs and wrap you in some fucked-up cocoon,&lt;br /&gt;would you still look at me and say...&lt;br /&gt;you can't catch what you can't see?&lt;br /&gt;well i caught you honey, &lt;br /&gt;like the clap sugar. what do you think of that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like calendars dying at New Year's Eve parties, &lt;br /&gt;As we kiss hard on the lips &lt;br /&gt;I swear this year will be better than the last&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sooner or later we begin to understand that love is more &lt;br /&gt;than verses on valentines and romance in the movies. We &lt;br /&gt;begin to know that love is here and now, real and true, &lt;br /&gt;the most important thing in our lives. For love is the &lt;br /&gt;creator of our favourite memories and the foundation of our &lt;br /&gt;fondest dreams. Love is a promise that is always kept, a &lt;br /&gt;fortune that can never be spent, a seed that can flourish &lt;br /&gt;in even the most unlikely of places. And this radiance that &lt;br /&gt;never fades, this mysterious and magical joy, is the &lt;br /&gt;greatest treasure of all - one known only by those who love. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every step that I take &lt;br /&gt;is another mistake to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the chance to be together would u risk it all?&lt;br /&gt;Through the fire, or whatever may come?&lt;br /&gt;Right down to the wire, even through the fire?&lt;br /&gt;..Id gladly risk it all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the chance to be together would u risk it all?&lt;br /&gt;Through the fire, or whatever may come?&lt;br /&gt;Right down to the wire, even through the fire?&lt;br /&gt;..Id gladly risk it all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;please send me anything &lt;br /&gt;but signals that are mixed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998992-107231003324685168?l=faketheromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107231003324685168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107231003324685168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faketheromance.blogspot.com/2003_12_24_archive.html#107231003324685168' title=''/><author><name>Tanisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05349404912043583667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998992.post-107215177193274178</id><published>2003-12-22T22:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T22:57:09.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>currently playing - meant to live//switch foot&lt;br /&gt;currently eating/drinking - pepsi &lt;br /&gt;currently wearing - SWR 21 shirt...white pj pants w/ blue stars on them&lt;br /&gt;current mood - blahhh eff him&lt;br /&gt;currently thinking - relationships should not be this hard..haha yehh im still thinkin it&lt;br /&gt;current quote/lyric - &lt;em&gt;because I'd be a different me, with a different you...if that's what you need.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you've never had a broken heart,&lt;br /&gt;then you are either very lucky or very lonely&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm gonna build a fire in the middle of  July&lt;br /&gt;burn' your pictures and go for a drive  down to  the river &lt;br /&gt;watch the ink from ur love letters fade&lt;br /&gt;come back home and turn that old mattress over&lt;br /&gt;pour out the whiskey  &lt;br /&gt;try waking up sober&lt;br /&gt;gonna change it all 'tonight' &lt;br /&gt;gonna do whatever it takes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did it ever occur to you&lt;br /&gt;that you're so caught up in trying to make the right choice&lt;br /&gt;that you've never stopped to consider the possibility&lt;br /&gt;that there may not be a right choice,&lt;br /&gt;or a wrong choice, just a bunch of choices?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd rather die a thousand deaths &lt;br /&gt;then  let you  &lt;br /&gt;get the best   &lt;br /&gt;of me&lt;/em&gt; &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you take me back to this place &lt;br /&gt;where everything is happy &lt;br /&gt;and hearts can never be broken &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes you gotta break the rules &lt;br /&gt;and stand apart&lt;br /&gt;ignore your head and follow your heart. . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in the end, &lt;br /&gt;peter pan pulled off tinkerbell's wings&lt;br /&gt;so she could never leave.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes love is just another way to bleed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i want to save you&lt;br /&gt;i want to save you&lt;br /&gt;i need you, to save me too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so far I've learned..&lt;br /&gt;love doesn't conquer all. &lt;br /&gt;That love ends. And then it begins again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Until your jealousy eats you alive,&lt;br /&gt;Until I prove that without you, I can survive.&lt;br /&gt;Until God shows that love doesn't take sides,&lt;br /&gt;You still won't see.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You wanna know what the truth is? &lt;br /&gt;I still love you.. &lt;br /&gt;I probably will love you for a long time&lt;br /&gt;But I cant just be your buddy&lt;br /&gt;because as much as I enoy the concept...&lt;br /&gt;of being "just friends"&lt;br /&gt;in reality, its a bizarre form of torture&lt;br /&gt;and im not willing to participate in it&lt;br /&gt;So right now what I'm gunna do&lt;br /&gt;is just try to move on and get over you&lt;br /&gt;and the only way for me to do that &lt;br /&gt;is to not be around you anymore.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though dreams can be deceiving &lt;br /&gt;Like faces are to hearts&lt;br /&gt;They serve for sweet relieving &lt;br /&gt;When fantasy and reality lie &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tell me something that's sure to break my heart&lt;br /&gt;cause everything's my fault&lt;br /&gt;and i know&lt;br /&gt;i deserve to be alone&lt;br /&gt;cause everything's my fault.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAWSON: &lt;em&gt;Hey, once upon a time, you yourself told me&lt;br /&gt; that some love stories never end. What happened to that girl? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOEY: &lt;em&gt;She offered herself to the boy she loved.&lt;br /&gt;The boy she thought loved her back. And he rejected her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAWSON: &lt;em&gt;Joey, listen to me: If we are truly meant to be, &lt;br /&gt;then we will find our way back to each other. It's as simple as that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998992-107215177193274178?l=faketheromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107215177193274178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107215177193274178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faketheromance.blogspot.com/2003_12_22_archive.html#107215177193274178' title=''/><author><name>Tanisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05349404912043583667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998992.post-107197702576529112</id><published>2003-12-20T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-27T12:02:28.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>currently playing - have you ever//brandy&lt;br /&gt;currently eating/drinking - vitamin water&lt;br /&gt;currently wearing - punk'd shirt..grey sweats&lt;br /&gt;current mood - mad&lt;br /&gt;currently thinking - relationships should not be this hard&lt;br /&gt;current quote/lyric - &lt;em&gt;all that i know is i just don't understand, why my happieness lies in the palm of your hand &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The drops of rain they fall all over&lt;br /&gt;This awkward silence makes me crazy&lt;br /&gt;The glow inside burns light upon him&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to kiss you if you let me&lt;br /&gt;(this can't be the end)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;life is only as good as the memories we make&lt;br /&gt;and im taking back what belongs to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and these cold winter nights without you next to me&lt;br /&gt;it feels like twenty below,&lt;br /&gt;frostbite on my heart&lt;br /&gt;this pain and suffering are feelings that you dont know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;take what i have&lt;br /&gt;take these broken remains.&lt;br /&gt;regret the kiss that sealed my fate.&lt;br /&gt;your always on my mind&lt;br /&gt;im bleeding &lt;br /&gt;and the blood it spells your name.&lt;br /&gt;no need to cut me open, &lt;br /&gt;i died of a broken heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe im not ready for this and you know it&lt;br /&gt;mayb im too scared to tell you &lt;br /&gt;what im really thinking&lt;br /&gt;did i just give up the best thing i ever had?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ever since I was little i pictured&lt;br /&gt;love and how perfect it all is&lt;br /&gt;till one day I grew up&lt;br /&gt;and realized not everything is so simple&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yOu dream Of lOve thats everlasting&lt;br /&gt;well baby Open up yOur eyes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take my hand,&lt;br /&gt;I will give you a tour of my broken heart&lt;br /&gt;... and show you how my face can be smiling.. &lt;br /&gt;but my heart can be crying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if i had to explain it, i wouldn't know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;it's like you're falling in love while im just falling apart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and in her eyes you see nothing&lt;br /&gt;no sign of love behind the tears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I'm through being cool&lt;br /&gt;he keeps telling everyone about me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998992-107197702576529112?l=faketheromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107197702576529112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107197702576529112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faketheromance.blogspot.com/2003_12_20_archive.html#107197702576529112' title=''/><author><name>Tanisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05349404912043583667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998992.post-107179826791359155</id><published>2003-12-18T20:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T00:12:35.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>currently playing - can i get a fuck you//jay z&lt;br /&gt;currently eating/drinking - nufn&lt;br /&gt;currently wearing - red velour pants...black six flags hoodie&lt;br /&gt;current mood - sick &lt;br /&gt;currently thinking - i need a outfit for da dance&lt;br /&gt;current quote/lyric -  .eye. {heart} ::yOu:: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to feel through u tonight&lt;br /&gt;but i wont make you, no i wont make you&lt;br /&gt;scream my name just one more time ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please stay, until i'm gone&lt;br /&gt;i'm here hold on&lt;br /&gt;to me..i'm right here &lt;br /&gt;..waiting&lt;br /&gt;and take my one last breath&lt;br /&gt;and don't forget..that i will&lt;br /&gt;be right here&lt;br /&gt;..waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'l make it up as we go &lt;br /&gt;there's nothing better                             &lt;br /&gt;than winter weather &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know forever isn't long enough&lt;br /&gt;to forget the faces and places &lt;br /&gt;... that played out your tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you choke &lt;br /&gt;on every word you spoke &lt;br /&gt;when you were screaming at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something about the look in your eyes &lt;br /&gt;Something I noticed when the light was just right&lt;br /&gt;It reminded me twice that I was alive&lt;br /&gt;And it reminded me that you're so worth the fight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of you keeps me awake.&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming of you keeps me asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Being with you keeps me alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it's not me who's forgetting all our dreams&lt;br /&gt;because you know that i'd do anything for you&lt;br /&gt;and you see that it's aching me inside&lt;br /&gt;and i watch you go&lt;br /&gt;and i don't run after you&lt;br /&gt;and i guess i just let you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up yesterday with u on my mind&lt;br /&gt;so afraid of running out of time&lt;br /&gt;so come around again and i`ll show u  what i mean&lt;br /&gt;and u can tell me exactly what u need&lt;br /&gt;and we can talk all night and i will sing u lullabies&lt;br /&gt;not in every arrow is pointed straight at ur heart&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the time i said  too much&lt;br /&gt;i was so afraid that u would fall out of touch&lt;br /&gt;and we can talk all night &amp; i will sing u lullabies&lt;br /&gt;not every arrow  is pointed straight at ur heart&lt;br /&gt;so come around again and we can talk all night&lt;br /&gt;so come around again, so come around again&lt;br /&gt;and we can talk all night&lt;br /&gt;i will sing u lullabies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wait and you'll see, &lt;br /&gt;you're everything i want .   &lt;br /&gt;dont  take  this  from  me *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wind strong in my face, im still staggering through&lt;br /&gt;im closer to the ground than i will ever get  to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998992-107179826791359155?l=faketheromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107179826791359155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107179826791359155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faketheromance.blogspot.com/2003_12_18_archive.html#107179826791359155' title=''/><author><name>Tanisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05349404912043583667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998992.post-107169882248649197</id><published>2003-12-17T17:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T17:07:16.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>currently playing - foolish//ashanti&lt;br /&gt;currently eating/drinking - nothin&lt;br /&gt;currently wearing - w.e. i wore to bed &lt;br /&gt;current mood - cold&lt;br /&gt;currently thinking - blahh i need to wrap presents &lt;br /&gt;current quote/lyric -i'd &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; love to b/r/e/a/k your heart. . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;watch your mouth..&lt;br /&gt;hold your tongue&lt;br /&gt;some things are better left unsaid &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm such a sucker.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm always the last to know. &lt;br /&gt;My insides are copper and I'd kill to make them gold.&lt;br /&gt;Conversation got me here: &lt;br /&gt;Another night alone in the city. &lt;br /&gt;So make my bed the grave and shovel dirt onto my sheets. &lt;br /&gt;Every friend we ever had in common.&lt;br /&gt;I will sever the tie with you. &lt;br /&gt;You can thank your lucky stars &lt;br /&gt;that everything I wish for will never come true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A star up in the sky, &lt;br /&gt;goes slowly passing by, &lt;br /&gt;the lights below spell out your name, &lt;br /&gt;youre comfort on my mind, &lt;br /&gt;and youre with me all the time,&lt;br /&gt;and lots of feelings I cant explain....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;im  sick  of  always  crying. .&lt;br /&gt;dont wanna be sick of trying&lt;br /&gt;but you gotta want me too . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you afraid of being alone?&lt;br /&gt;Cause i am, i'm lost without you&lt;br /&gt;Are you afraid of leaving tonight?&lt;br /&gt;Cause i am, i'm lost without you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dont know&lt;br /&gt;what i was looking for when i went home.&lt;br /&gt;i found me alone. &lt;br /&gt;And sometimes, &lt;br /&gt;i need someone to say you'll be alright, &lt;br /&gt;whats on your mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i wake up time and time again&lt;br /&gt;with nothing of you forever.&lt;br /&gt;i need you to be with me&lt;br /&gt;dreams can only keep me happy for so long.&lt;br /&gt;and i will wait my love.&lt;br /&gt;i promise to do to right &lt;br /&gt;for just one moment to be alone with you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tu la estrella en mi ojo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* your the star in my eye *&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i always said i'm a lover and not a fighter,&lt;br /&gt;but please sir, somethings gotta give&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in the core of your soul.  &lt;br /&gt;you're eyes shine. &lt;br /&gt;you're pretty when you cry. &lt;br /&gt;how beautiful you are.&lt;br /&gt;i love you, love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can we start again...&lt;br /&gt;go back to what it meant back then?&lt;br /&gt;Open minds and open hearts...&lt;br /&gt;the things that set us apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't mind what the other voices say&lt;br /&gt;They don't care about you, well i do... well i do&lt;br /&gt;Safe from the pain and truth and choice and other posion devils&lt;br /&gt;See.. they don't give a fuck about you, like i do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;never thought I could want someone so much&lt;br /&gt;Cause now youâ€™re not here &lt;br /&gt;And Iâ€™m knee deep in my own fear &lt;br /&gt;Forgive my indecision...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everybody's got a little something to hide... but me&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's got a little someone to crush... but me&lt;br /&gt;I'm living in teenage negative mediocrity&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's got a little someone to trust... but me&lt;br /&gt;But me, but you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;walked away, heard them say&lt;br /&gt;poisoned hearts will never change&lt;br /&gt;walked away again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is this what you call love&lt;br /&gt;For I've never known how sweet a love can be,&lt;br /&gt;Come in my dreams and love me again,&lt;br /&gt;For days to come no more,&lt;br /&gt;Rescue me from torture of absence,&lt;br /&gt;Relieve me with your loving presence,&lt;br /&gt;Embrace this flower, never let it wither,&lt;br /&gt;Join me in heavens, flowers in summer,&lt;br /&gt; My memories you live, the love that I give.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998992-107169882248649197?l=faketheromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107169882248649197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107169882248649197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faketheromance.blogspot.com/2003_12_17_archive.html#107169882248649197' title=''/><author><name>Tanisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05349404912043583667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998992.post-107162595416690830</id><published>2003-12-16T20:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T20:52:47.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>currently playing - the fiction we live//from autumn to ashes&lt;br /&gt;currently eating/drinking - diet pepsi&lt;br /&gt;currently wearing - punk'd shirt...black swishy pants&lt;br /&gt;current mood - sick&lt;br /&gt;currently thinking - should i ask him?&lt;br /&gt;current quote/lyric - I Wanted To Be Just Like You, So Perfect, So Untouchable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A hiccup in paradise&lt;br /&gt;I keep you jealousy to myself, &lt;br /&gt;in a photo the size of a kiss, &lt;br /&gt;a kiss in the shape of a bullet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  want to lay on  the tracks...&lt;br /&gt;Feel  hot  steal screaming at me&lt;br /&gt;expose the bones on my back.&lt;br /&gt;Let me show you what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, its a different kind of love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you let me listen I'll make you feel clear&lt;br /&gt;You spend your time waiting for anyone to see&lt;br /&gt;If you should stop for a while&lt;br /&gt;You will find me standing by&lt;br /&gt;Over here at the side of your life&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to hold you still,&lt;br /&gt;remind you of all you've missed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are things you should know&lt;br /&gt;The distance between us seems to grow&lt;br /&gt;But you're holding on strong&lt;br /&gt;Oh how hard it's to let go, oh so hard to let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to let you know&lt;br /&gt;That it's killin' me&lt;br /&gt;I know you got another life&lt;br /&gt;You got to concentrate&lt;br /&gt;Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, sing me something soft, sad &amp; delicate&lt;br /&gt;or loud and out of key...sing me anything&lt;br /&gt;we're glad for what we've got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're someone I want to be around &lt;br /&gt;even when I feel like being alone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998992-107162595416690830?l=faketheromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107162595416690830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107162595416690830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faketheromance.blogspot.com/2003_12_16_archive.html#107162595416690830' title=''/><author><name>Tanisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05349404912043583667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998992.post-107142362829639512</id><published>2003-12-14T12:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T22:27:57.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>currently playing - angel//sarah mclachlan &lt;br /&gt;currently eating/drinking - cookie &lt;br /&gt;currently wearing - blue aero shirt...black velour pants &lt;br /&gt;current mood - &lt;a href="http://www.imood.com/query.cgi?email=xxlucidstar@hotmail.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://moods.imood.com/display/email=xxlucidstar@hotmail.com/fg=FF3399/bg=000000/trans=1" alt="The current mood of xxlucidstar@hotmail.com at www.imood.com" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently thinking - its snowing...&lt;em&gt;again &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current quote/lyric - &lt;em&gt;I break in two over you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please just don't play with me,&lt;br /&gt;My paper heart will bleed.. &lt;br /&gt;This wait for destiny won't do &lt;br /&gt;Be with me please I beseach you &lt;br /&gt;Simple things, that make you run a-way &lt;br /&gt;Catch you if I can.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and all i need to know&lt;br /&gt;is that i'm somethin you'll be missin&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should hate you for this&lt;br /&gt;never really did ever quite get that far&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes there's so much beauty in the world&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I can't take it, like my heart's going to cave in. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Those words &lt;br /&gt;at best were worse than teenage poetry&lt;br /&gt;Fragment ideas and too many pronouns.&lt;br /&gt;Literate and stylish, kissable and quiet, well              &lt;br /&gt;thats what girls dreams are made off&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I'll check the weather wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;Cause I wanna know if you can see the stars tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though I know you are asleep&lt;br /&gt;I whisper to your ear&lt;br /&gt;Words that would make you feel&lt;br /&gt;Like the night when we first kissed&lt;br /&gt;Tracing shadows around your lips&lt;br /&gt;I thought I felt a smile&lt;br /&gt;Or can you hear me say&lt;br /&gt;That I'm in love with you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And people hate me, &lt;br /&gt;cause I'm better than you&lt;br /&gt;And people hate me&lt;br /&gt;And that's the motherfucking truth&lt;br /&gt;People hate me and you can all fuck off&lt;br /&gt;I'm perfect, pissed off, beautiful, I'm God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just want to tell you all the things you are&lt;br /&gt;And all the things you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;When I find myself in need and there's no place to go&lt;br /&gt;When I feel the loneliness inside my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's so much easier to just say i dont like him&lt;br /&gt;then have to explain all the reasons why i still do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998992-107142362829639512?l=faketheromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107142362829639512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107142362829639512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faketheromance.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107142362829639512' title=''/><author><name>Tanisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05349404912043583667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998992.post-107110594987214604</id><published>2003-12-10T20:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T12:03:26.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>currently playing - angel//sarah mclachlan&lt;br /&gt;currently eating/drinking - cookie&lt;br /&gt;currently wearing -  blue aero shirt...black velour pants&lt;br /&gt;current mood - sick &lt;br /&gt;currently thinking - i think im going through withdrawl lol...but not the drug kind&lt;br /&gt;current quote/lyric - &lt;em&gt;"a broken heart is murder for the soul"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go on and break it,&lt;br /&gt;break another little piece of my heart now darlin, &lt;br /&gt;come on and take it &lt;br /&gt;take another little piece of my heart now baby,&lt;br /&gt;you know you got it when it makes you feel good.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you love someone..set them on fire&lt;br /&gt;like they do to your heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Easy come, easy go..&lt;br /&gt;this wont break my heart (dontcha know)&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes high, sometimes low,&lt;br /&gt;easy come, easy go..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when i tell you i love you...&lt;br /&gt;i dont say it to start a conversation, &lt;br /&gt;i say it to remind you that &lt;br /&gt;your the best thing that ever happend to me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i took a shot at the world and i missed.&lt;br /&gt;traded my bow for a new year's kiss.&lt;br /&gt;broken arrows and loveless wrists.&lt;br /&gt;and if it wasn't so cold i'd swear that this was hell. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;waking up from this nightmare&lt;br /&gt;hows your life? whats it like there?&lt;br /&gt;is it all what you want it to be?&lt;br /&gt;does it hurt when you think about me?&lt;br /&gt;and how broken my heart  is  ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if anyone ever writes another song about you.&lt;br /&gt;if anyone ever sings another melodie&lt;br /&gt;with your name in it.&lt;br /&gt;just remeber i did it best&lt;br /&gt;meant it the most&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" but she's probably looking .. &lt;br /&gt;for so much more than he could ever give . &lt;br /&gt;a life free of lies .. a meaningful relationship .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i dont mind the sound of your voice&lt;br /&gt;but i hate the words you say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehhhh so c0nfused!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998992-107110594987214604?l=faketheromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107110594987214604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107110594987214604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faketheromance.blogspot.com/2003_12_10_archive.html#107110594987214604' title=''/><author><name>Tanisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05349404912043583667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998992.post-107098863816438406</id><published>2003-12-09T11:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T11:50:49.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>x8 ShortiE 9x: Hey..This is Mishs friend Cori....i have somethin to tell u but i dunno if u can say somethin to her cuz i dotn know if i was allowed to tell u&lt;br /&gt;Nsroyals44: wut &lt;br /&gt;x8 ShortiE 9x:i think she likes u cuz she talks bout u n stuff&lt;br /&gt;Nsroyals44: a quien &lt;br /&gt;Nsroyals44: who&lt;br /&gt;x8 ShortiE 9x: i think Misha likes u&lt;br /&gt;Nsroyals44: no she dont wat do she say bout me &lt;br /&gt;x8 ShortiE 9x: yes she does like u&lt;br /&gt;x8 ShortiE 9x: she jus like always talks bout u&lt;br /&gt;Nsroyals44: n wut does she say bnout m&lt;br /&gt;x8 ShortiE 9x: how she likes u...how she likes talkin to u ...&lt;br /&gt;Nsroyals44:  oo&lt;br /&gt;x8 ShortiE 9x: yea but dont say anythin to her i dunno if i was allowed to tell u&lt;br /&gt;Nsroyals44: n who r u&lt;br /&gt;x8 ShortiE 9x: Cori her good friend&lt;br /&gt;x8 ShortiE 9x: do u care&lt;br /&gt;Nsroyals44: not realli i never gonna se her so &lt;br /&gt;x8 ShortiE 9x:do u like her as a friend&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nsroyals44: yeh &lt;br /&gt;x8 ShortiE 9x: thats it&lt;br /&gt;xstarlitdreams: be like...wait nvm..um i think she thinks your a dirtbag&lt;br /&gt;x8 ShortiE 9x: y lol&lt;br /&gt;xstarlitdreams: becuase&lt;br /&gt;x8 ShortiE 9x: i stopped talkin to him though&lt;br /&gt;xstarlitdreams: jus call him a dirtbag anyway!&lt;br /&gt;x8 ShortiE 9x: lol&lt;br /&gt;x8 ShortiE 9x: kk i told him&lt;br /&gt;xstarlitdreams: NO YOU DIDNT&lt;br /&gt;xstarlitdreams: I DIDNT WANT YOU TO&lt;br /&gt;x8 ShortiE 9x: u told me to&lt;br /&gt;x8 ShortiE 9x: xstarlitdreams: jus call him a dirtbag anyway!&lt;br /&gt;xstarlitdreams: ahhh lol i didnt mean it&lt;br /&gt;x8 ShortiE 9x: Nsroyals44: oo &lt;br /&gt;x8 ShortiE 9x: sry&lt;br /&gt;x8 ShortiE 9x: .i dunno if she still likes u thugh lol sry...she thinks u can be a dirtbag some times no affense&lt;br /&gt;Nsroyals44: oo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yehh so in case i forget exactly what happened lol...as a constant reminder as to why i should never ever ever...say anything...or let people talk me into saying anything...Cori (shortie) IMed him and told him...even though i didnt think it was the best idea and she was like it'll be fine and than he was like nahh she doesnt (he said the same thing when nicole told him i hated him lol he's not good w/ emotions i dont think) and than i was on the phone w/ nicole...and cori told nicole that he was asking her what she looked like...and i told cori to call him a dirtbag lol...but i didnt tell her to say it came from me and she did...and he did what he always did and he was like o0o. and than he IMed me later...stupid me..i dont have that convo anymore. and idk i wasnt in the greatest of moods...and he wasn't helping and i flipped lol. so yehh...if you ever need to fuck yourself over completely. this is exactly how to do it. i would know because im a world class fuck up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998992-107098863816438406?l=faketheromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107098863816438406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107098863816438406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faketheromance.blogspot.com/2003_12_09_archive.html#107098863816438406' title=''/><author><name>Tanisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05349404912043583667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998992.post-107098806785821674</id><published>2003-12-09T11:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T20:16:53.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>currently playing - magazines//brand new&lt;br /&gt;currently eating/drinking - nufn&lt;br /&gt;currently wearing - white shirt...grey sweats&lt;br /&gt;current mood - =/ sleepy 				&lt;br /&gt;currently thinking - its better to keep shit to myself..cuz i jus fucked myself over&lt;br /&gt;current quote/lyric - &lt;em&gt;i'll leave my door open all night, in case you decide you wanna stop on by.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you love somebody &lt;br /&gt;set them on fire..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when it comes to sayin goodbye&lt;br /&gt;thats a simple word that i just cannot say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'd like to stay a secret, &lt;br /&gt;like walking in the dark; &lt;br /&gt;if no one knows you, &lt;br /&gt;no one cares so no one breaks your heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...let your heart guide you, &lt;br /&gt;it whispers, so listen carefully...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so i'm just the medicine you take when your sick.&lt;br /&gt;you get well and thats it. &lt;br /&gt;i'm put back on the shelf in your mirror.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's funny how I find myself&lt;br /&gt;in love with you&lt;br /&gt;if I could buy my reasoning&lt;br /&gt;I'd pay to lose&lt;br /&gt;one half won't do&lt;br /&gt;I've asked myself&lt;br /&gt;how much do you commit yourself?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never wanted us to fade out&lt;br /&gt;Resting on a love that fell apart&lt;br /&gt;Where are you, I need you&lt;br /&gt;You still have my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yehhh i told him...im gunna put the convo in here as a constant remind of how i royally fucked up. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998992-107098806785821674?l=faketheromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107098806785821674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107098806785821674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faketheromance.blogspot.com/2003_12_09_archive.html#107098806785821674' title=''/><author><name>Tanisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05349404912043583667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998992.post-107088538472205061</id><published>2003-12-08T07:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T07:09:56.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>currently playing - objection//shakira&lt;br /&gt;currently eating/drinking - toast&lt;br /&gt;currently wearing - grey sweats, hoodie&lt;br /&gt;current mood - sleepy&lt;br /&gt;currently thinking - im gunna tell him &lt;br /&gt;current quote/lyric - &lt;em&gt;They'll know you're mine by the fingerprints on your throat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If all i am is a distraction for you&lt;br /&gt;Then i cant complain that you can't &lt;br /&gt;feel something for me.&lt;br /&gt;Take all you can find in me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now be still, it wont be long&lt;br /&gt;We will be together in search of a new life&lt;br /&gt;Striving as one in this will to find&lt;br /&gt;Something pure&lt;br /&gt;Im missing you now Im quite sure&lt;br /&gt;That I finally found someone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He was in me...in my blood...&lt;br /&gt;invading every cell in my body.&lt;br /&gt;He was the one I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;He was the one i saw, &lt;br /&gt;felt, desired.&lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We were both 16 and it felt so right&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping all day &lt;br /&gt;Staying up all night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give me a whisper&lt;br /&gt;And give me a sigh&lt;br /&gt;Give me a kiss before you tell me goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Don't you take it so hard now&lt;br /&gt;And please don't take it so bad&lt;br /&gt;I'll still be thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;And the times we had... baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know how in your eyes, im not worthy.&lt;br /&gt;i know that you dont think&lt;br /&gt;about me as much as you used to, &lt;br /&gt;im only your stand in...if that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>currently playing - behind blue eyes//limp bizkit&lt;br /&gt;currently eating/drinking - pepsi &lt;br /&gt;currently wearing - green velour pants, white long sleeve shirt&lt;br /&gt;current mood - hyper&lt;br /&gt;currently thinking - me and nicole are havin one wierd convo lolol &lt;br /&gt;current quote/lyric - &lt;em&gt;Romance is just a falsified form of pain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scuse me, I apologize he likes your attitude,&lt;br /&gt;he tries it on for size he spends the afternoon,&lt;br /&gt;between your thighs how's that for gratitude,&lt;br /&gt;I apologize.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes all you can do is close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;and give yourself over to&lt;br /&gt;Starlit Dreams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;well, everyone's found someone&lt;br /&gt;how come no ones found me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so i sat in my room for 27 days . . .&lt;br /&gt;no he never called, i had somthing to say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;they were right when they said&lt;br /&gt;love is the slowest form of suicide &lt;br /&gt;because your lips are laced with cyanide&lt;br /&gt;i'm so addicted to your kiss.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stay for a while, stay forever.&lt;br /&gt;Sing for the times you are bound to betray. &lt;br /&gt;Run for your life, run forever,&lt;br /&gt;your eyes tell a lie and the liar must always die&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to see if you&lt;br /&gt;By chance you know what I'm going through&lt;br /&gt;I want to see if you&lt;br /&gt;By chance you know what I'm going through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>currently playing - &lt;a href="http://www.saddlecreekrecords.com/"&gt;lover i dont have to love//bright eyes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently eating/drinking - pepsi&lt;br /&gt;currently wearing - whatever i went to bed in&lt;br /&gt;current mood - hyper...and bored&lt;br /&gt;currently thinking - i want a quad&lt;br /&gt;current quote/lyric - &lt;em&gt;i want a lover i dont have to love, i want a boy whose to drunk to give a fuck&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Put ur hands in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Surrender, remember&lt;br /&gt;Well be here forever&lt;br /&gt;and well never say goodbye... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Soaking in sympathy&lt;br /&gt;from friends who never loved you &lt;br /&gt;nearly half as much as me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And she would cry,&lt;br /&gt;Liar, liar! What have I done? &lt;br /&gt;You're no lover, and I'm no fighter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was young and so naive&lt;br /&gt;wearing my heart on my sleeve&lt;br /&gt;and so I gave it to you&lt;br /&gt;now left in pieces like broken jewels &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;..You said tonight&lt;br /&gt; is a wonderful night to die&lt;br /&gt;I asked u how u could tell &lt;br /&gt;You told me to look at the sky&lt;br /&gt;Look at all those stars&lt;br /&gt;Look at how goddamn ugly the stars are..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You almost always pick the best time &lt;br /&gt;to drop the worst lines. &lt;br /&gt;You almost made me cry again this time... &lt;br /&gt;Well this time I'm not going to watch myself die.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want so badly&lt;br /&gt;to believe that there is truth&lt;br /&gt;and love is real. &lt;br /&gt;And I want life in every word &lt;br /&gt;to the extent that it's absurd.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you insist on pictures of shorelines&lt;br /&gt;then i insist on pages of your lines&lt;br /&gt;meant for me&lt;br /&gt;to be sent to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so forget the feelings so few have..&lt;br /&gt;he said i love you to death..&lt;br /&gt;and forget the feelings so few have..&lt;br /&gt;fuck you and the future we don't have..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998992-107074332344668542?l=faketheromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107074332344668542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107074332344668542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faketheromance.blogspot.com/2003_12_06_archive.html#107074332344668542' title=''/><author><name>Tanisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05349404912043583667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998992.post-107068304421137728</id><published>2003-12-05T23:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T23:44:33.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>currently playing - baby it's cold outside//Johnny Mercer &amp; Margaret Whiting &lt;br /&gt;currently eating/drinking - Sprite remixx&lt;br /&gt;currently wearing - hoodie and blue pj pants  &lt;br /&gt;current mood - disgruntled&lt;br /&gt;currently thinking - its snowing...ughh &lt;br /&gt;current quote/lyric - &lt;em&gt; The course of true love never did run smooth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The fever, the focus. &lt;br /&gt;The reasons that I had to believe you weren't to hard to sell. &lt;br /&gt;DIE YOUNG AND SAVE YOURSELF &lt;br /&gt;The tickle, the taste of...&lt;br /&gt;it use to be the reason I breathed but now it's choking me up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wish you a broken&lt;br /&gt;heart  and  a happy&lt;br /&gt;new year.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes this beauty is choking me,&lt;br /&gt;but at least &lt;br /&gt;its your hands on my throat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'll miss your laugh your smile&lt;br /&gt;I'll admit I'm wrong if you'd tell me&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sick of fights I hate them&lt;br /&gt;Lets start this again for real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i feel like...i've known you all my life...&lt;br /&gt;and lately...&lt;br /&gt;all i've been wantin is you by my side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='2' align='center'&gt;&lt;form action='http://memegen.deskslave.org/viewmeme.pl?un=spiralinghalo&amp;meme=1062188455' method='POST'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan=2 bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;What is your emo band name? by &lt;a href='http://www.livejournal.com/users/spiralinghalo'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;spiralinghalo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font color='#FFFFFF'&gt;Your band name is:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA'&gt;&lt;font color='#000000'&gt;Release My Oxygen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font color='#FFFFFF'&gt;You sound like:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA'&gt;&lt;font color='#000000'&gt;Story of the Year&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font color='#FFFFFF'&gt;You will be signed to:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA'&gt;&lt;font color='#000000'&gt;Island Records&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font color='#FFFFFF'&gt;Your emo lyrics are:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA'&gt;&lt;font color='#000000'&gt;"I like you, but you don&amp;#39;t like me, can it get anymore obvious"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font color='#FFFFFF'&gt;Name:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA'&gt;&lt;font color='#000000'&gt;&lt;input type='text' name='Name:' value='Mish' size='20'&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='un' value='spiralinghalo'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='meme' value='1062188455'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align='center' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;input type='submit' value='Fill Out Your Answers and Try it!'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align='center' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font size='-1' color='#FFFFFF'&gt;Created with &lt;a href='http://www.livejournal.com/users/quill18/'&gt;&lt;img src='http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' style='vertical-align:bottom;border:0;'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;quill18&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;a href='http://memegen.deskslave.org/'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;MemeGen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998992-107068304421137728?l=faketheromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107068304421137728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107068304421137728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faketheromance.blogspot.com/2003_12_05_archive.html#107068304421137728' title=''/><author><name>Tanisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05349404912043583667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998992.post-107032256806685966</id><published>2003-12-01T18:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T18:49:53.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>currently playing - &lt;a href="http://www.brandnewrock.com"&gt;magazines//brand new&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently eating/drinking - flavored water&lt;br /&gt;currently wearing - black pants, cal remembrance shirt &lt;br /&gt;current mood - okay &lt;br /&gt;currently thinking - my hands are cold...i like him alot damnit!&lt;br /&gt;current quote/lyric - &lt;em&gt; ... talk is cheap ... so i bought every word you said&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;where did i go wrong?&lt;br /&gt;i should have told you from the start&lt;br /&gt;that i'm closer then you think&lt;br /&gt;when we're apart&lt;br /&gt;nothing that i've tried&lt;br /&gt;is as simple as this line&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shattered  broken  and  misplaced..&lt;br /&gt;What do I have to say?...&lt;br /&gt;I'm just another suburban heartache &lt;br /&gt;blending to waste&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me all of your lies, one more time.&lt;br /&gt;Write 'em down alongside how I ruined your life.&lt;br /&gt;Let me soak up the blame, let me hear a sad story &lt;br /&gt;about all the pain you feel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this just isn't love.&lt;br /&gt;it's just the remorse of a loss of a feeling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;he cries&lt;br /&gt;baby i've been drinking with some friends, &lt;br /&gt;now how bout a little kiss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;while you're still breaking hearts, &lt;br /&gt;I'm plotting a placed to hide your bones.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so damn cold! and moody! blahhhh...i want sleep too. i should be doing homework right now...but my priorites are all fucked up haha. i did some of my english questions...cause i wouldnt want to get behind in gualandi..who by the way upped my grade to a B! whoot! haha im out...my hands are toooo cold to be typing...and ive been sitting still wayyyy to long. haha XO; mish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998992-107032256806685966?l=faketheromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107032256806685966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107032256806685966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faketheromance.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107032256806685966' title=''/><author><name>Tanisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05349404912043583667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998992.post-107024337260446712</id><published>2003-11-30T20:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T20:49:42.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>currently playing - i'm still in love with you//sean paul ft. sasha &lt;br /&gt;currently eating/drinking - nothing&lt;br /&gt;currently wearing - black pants, music in the parks tshirt&lt;br /&gt;current mood - happy&lt;br /&gt;currently thinking - christmas in 26 days!&lt;br /&gt;current quote/lyric - im still addicted...to the sound of your voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOH YEHHH MY XMAS LIST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;+ Audio System&lt;br /&gt;+ new cell&lt;br /&gt;+ dream angels heavenly&lt;br /&gt;+ givenchy irresistable &lt;br /&gt;+ clothes!&lt;br /&gt;+ portable dvd player&lt;br /&gt;+ BTVS on dvd&lt;br /&gt;+ pirates of the carribean on dvd&lt;br /&gt;+ bath and body works stuff&lt;br /&gt;+ makeup&lt;br /&gt;+ shoeeesss!!!&lt;br /&gt;+ cds&lt;br /&gt;+ L.V. bag &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998992-107024337260446712?l=faketheromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107024337260446712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107024337260446712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faketheromance.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107024337260446712' title=''/><author><name>Tanisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05349404912043583667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998992.post-107020691215477699</id><published>2003-11-30T11:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T11:24:45.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>currently playing - i want you//thalia ft. fat joe&lt;br /&gt;currently eating/drinking - flavored water&lt;br /&gt;currently wearing - w.e. i wore to bed last night&lt;br /&gt;current mood - idk? &lt;br /&gt;currently thinking - i dont hate him....he jus irritates the hell out of me&lt;br /&gt;current quote/lyric - &lt;em&gt;"And it's not that I want to have you. All I want is to deserve you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For in the face of heartbreak, &lt;br /&gt;I look up and realize it is self inflicted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;he says...i love another&lt;br /&gt;but i will let you pretend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think that nothing can fly with this broken wing.&lt;br /&gt;there's so much to hold on to now.&lt;br /&gt;nothing can fly with this broken wing.&lt;br /&gt;so here's a gift...in this feather." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wake up and think dreams are real&lt;br /&gt;I sleep so I don't have to feel&lt;br /&gt;Lemme sleep some more...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're my automatic,&lt;br /&gt;semi-automatic,&lt;br /&gt;always so dramatic,&lt;br /&gt;you're so gone it's tragic.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hunger hurts, but starving works, &lt;br /&gt;when it costs too much to love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ask a girl what she wants to be&lt;br /&gt;she'll say baby, cant you see&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be famous, the star of the screen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998992-107020691215477699?l=faketheromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107020691215477699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107020691215477699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faketheromance.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107020691215477699' title=''/><author><name>Tanisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05349404912043583667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998992.post-107014361168806767</id><published>2003-11-29T17:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T17:50:52.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>currently playing - your star//all american rejects&lt;br /&gt;currently eating/drinking - nothin&lt;br /&gt;currently wearing - tan velour pants, black shirt&lt;br /&gt;current mood - annoyed&lt;br /&gt;currently thinking - your not black cause you wear sean john and say holla every second.&lt;br /&gt;current quote/lyric - &lt;em&gt;just when i thought things started to get better you go and do    this you make me sick.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when all is said and done&lt;br /&gt;and dead&lt;br /&gt;does she love you&lt;br /&gt;the way that i did.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;because i'm still addicted &lt;br /&gt;to your smile.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We tried so hard to understand and reason &lt;br /&gt;But in that one moment I gave my heart away &lt;br /&gt;That perfect breath where my mind lay beside me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm dying to explain my heart to you now.&lt;br /&gt;There's so much on my mind it's tearing me apart.&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling for you. I fell for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we're dropping coins&lt;br /&gt;into dead pay phones to hear the sound &lt;br /&gt;of our voice just to know we're alone&lt;br /&gt;talk is cheap&lt;br /&gt;but I bought every word that you said&lt;br /&gt;I loved you&lt;br /&gt;but it took me a long time to realize&lt;br /&gt;you dont care&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When they come for me, &lt;br /&gt;I'll be sitting at my desk, with a gun in my hand, &lt;br /&gt;wearing a bulletproof vest.. &lt;br /&gt;Singing "my, my, my, how the time does fly,&lt;br /&gt;when you know you're going to die by the end of the night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh why cant I be what you need &lt;br /&gt;a new improved version of me &lt;br /&gt;but i'm nothing so good &lt;br /&gt;no i'm nothing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha yehhhh I love my white friends lol. i dont understand whats so horrible about having only white friends if your black...or having only black friends if your white. even though i only know like 2 people lol, who think thats wierd lol....and one of them is white. idk maybe its jus stereotypes. like i hate it when i get..."oh yehh....this person is blacker than you" because they talk ghetto? that makes them black lmao. okay? dude...jus cause you wear ecko, sean john, and call your friends "yo niggas" doesnt make you black lolol i hate to break it to you.. or like a couple weeks ago lolol...john lobianco was like yehh you would get shot in the ghetto before shady would....he's blacker than you. i was like okay lmao. my grandma, sisters and brothers used to live in "the ghetto" which isnt as exciting as it sounds. ive visited them there and stayed with them during the summer...and never once been shot at lolol so yehh i dont think so.  why do i "act so white?" hmm thats a good question...maybe cause i've lived in a town where like white people reign supreme lol...when i was like 11 there were like 3 black kids in the school. so yehhh...you'd be acting pretty damn white too lol. im sure if id stayed with my grandmother...i might be a different person...id have a city personality...but i dont lol. at least im not homo like some people...i dont try to fake ghettoness lol. i dont walk around screaming HOLLA at the top of my lungs...or fo sho! haha i dont know where this entry came from...i think its cause dennis keeps annoying me..about why all my friends are white...and than i jus sort of went off on it lol.  anyways im out...XO;mish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998992-107014361168806767?l=faketheromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107014361168806767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107014361168806767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faketheromance.blogspot.com/2003_11_29_archive.html#107014361168806767' title=''/><author><name>Tanisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05349404912043583667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998992.post-107009663403373179</id><published>2003-11-29T04:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T04:26:42.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>currently playing - my all//mariah carey&lt;br /&gt;currently eating/drinking - cough drop&lt;br /&gt;currently wearing - old navy pj pants, white shirt&lt;br /&gt;current mood - wide awake&lt;br /&gt;currently thinking - hope i dont wake anyone up  &lt;br /&gt;current quote/lyric - &lt;em&gt;your making me think two different things &lt;br /&gt;at once and i don't get it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why does my heart cry?&lt;br /&gt;Feelings I can't fight&lt;br /&gt;You're free to leave me,&lt;br /&gt;but just don't decieve me&lt;br /&gt;And please believe me when I say &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hid her broken heart and let the engine die...&lt;br /&gt;A broken heart continues to beat weakly but steadily...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All my hopes and all of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;everything falling in between&lt;br /&gt;seems to me that the memories&lt;br /&gt;mean more to you than they do to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;im jaded now whatever that means&lt;br /&gt;by sharing these things&lt;br /&gt;i rip my heart out&lt;br /&gt;its worth my time whatever that means&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your letter witten on a napkin&lt;br /&gt;sits on my nightstand and it reads. &lt;br /&gt;"This is, this is the last time &lt;br /&gt;that I will write to you. This good-bye."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how can i give you anything.&lt;br /&gt;when everything is already gone?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha yehh tonight...(well i should say last night since right now its 4:10 in the morning lol) was awesome. i went and saw cat in the hat with lucia and nicole lol. it was so funny, it was like a PG movie lol, but they had some dirrty references in there lol. we went to lucia's house first before the movies, and we're sitting on her bed waiting for her to get ready lol, and my cell rings, and i was like wtf? i thought it was like my mom. so i answered it..and it was jus dennis. he was like oh im going to PJ cinemas. i was like yeh sure w.e. idk theres something about him...that DRIVES ME INSANE! like i literally have to bite my tongue so i dont start like flipping out sometimes lol, and its jus like small things too. but anyways, so nicole and lucia are all like oh who is it? and i was like its jus dennis and jeff i think, and nicole was like oh no ( lmao shes not to friendlywith him, something about mexicans) so he's going on about how he's going and all this stuff and im like half listening and telling nicole and lucia lol. so we get to the theatre, and we got there like really early. and we're all like we're are they, even though i know they're not coming lol, because when they tell me that they're gunna do sumin or they've done sumin its usually the exact opposite. so i forget whose bright idea it was to call them lolol, but im the only one with the numbers, and we deffinetly were not using &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; phone, and i was &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; talking. so we gave the phone to lucia and we let her talk to jeff. and he hung up on her and called her a faggot lol. so she calls back, and shes all like um excuse me? lets try being a little nicer.  i dont even really know what was said, she was just like well your spanish friend told tanisha, that you were coming...and jeff goes no. and i was like wtf okay? cause that makes me look gay lol...i dont care either way if they showed up...but dont lie and say you didnt say anythin lol. so lucias like oh okay and she hangs up. so as if i didnt already hate them(dennis and jeff) well its not that i hate them...its more like....ummm...hmm...dont like...cant stand...lol. i cant say hate cause that would make me feel bad if they like went and died and than i heard about it. lol anyway subject switch. after cat in the hat, which was pretty good for a PG movie lol, we went back to nicoles til like 11.  haha it was so funny, well not really...me and lucia were fighting over a folding chair in nicole's closet because theres only one lol..and i was trying to close her in the closet since she was getting the chair, and i let go of the door..and she went flying backwards and hit her head on one of nicole's dad's guitar's lolol. i felt so bad! but at the same time it was hysterical. yehh im really hyper lol. im goin to bed. XO; mish &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998992-107009663403373179?l=faketheromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107009663403373179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/107009663403373179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faketheromance.blogspot.com/2003_11_29_archive.html#107009663403373179' title=''/><author><name>Tanisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05349404912043583667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998992.post-106995271799999207</id><published>2003-11-27T12:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T12:05:27.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>currently playing - elephant love song melody//moulin rouge&lt;br /&gt;currently eating/drinking - flavored water&lt;br /&gt;currently wearing - pj pants, hoodie&lt;br /&gt;current mood - love struck&lt;br /&gt;currently thinking - today is thanksgiving!&lt;br /&gt;current quote/lyric -&lt;em&gt; I would rather have a bad time with you&lt;br /&gt; than a good time with anyone else. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I've seen every star that I care to see&lt;br /&gt;But I don't wanna leave&lt;br /&gt;It hurts when you're self deceived&lt;br /&gt;I know I shouldn't believe a word you say,&lt;br /&gt;I do it anyway, cause I'm dumb like that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dont worry i'll catch you&lt;br /&gt;dont ever worry&lt;br /&gt;your arms in mine&lt;br /&gt;anytime&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;forget everything i'm about to say.&lt;br /&gt;it's important you appear startled.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't survive the crash.&lt;br /&gt;this is nothing personal.&lt;br /&gt;i just had to stop shaking.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry,&lt;br /&gt;but i don't feel as if i'm in any shape&lt;br /&gt;to comfort you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in the recovery room i wrote a list&lt;br /&gt;of all the ways that you're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;it goes on and on and on and on and on&lt;br /&gt;and on and on and on and on and on and on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;will i shake this off, pretend its all okay?&lt;br /&gt;that theres someone out there &lt;br /&gt;who feels just like me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;these memories cant replace&lt;br /&gt;these wishes i wished&lt;br /&gt;and these dreams i chased&lt;br /&gt;take this broken heart and make it right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;well i guess that it is typical&lt;br /&gt;to cling to memories &lt;br /&gt;youll&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;get back again  &lt;/em&gt;                          &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998992-106995271799999207?l=faketheromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/106995271799999207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/106995271799999207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faketheromance.blogspot.com/2003_11_27_archive.html#106995271799999207' title=''/><author><name>Tanisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05349404912043583667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998992.post-106990750482963727</id><published>2003-11-26T23:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T23:31:53.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>currently playing - come what may//nicole kidman &amp; Ewan Macgregor&lt;br /&gt;currently eating/drinking - starburst&lt;br /&gt;currently wearing - grey sweats, and a hoodie &lt;br /&gt;current mood - blahh&lt;br /&gt;currently thinking - sixteen candles is such an unrealistic movie&lt;br /&gt;current quote/lyric - &lt;em&gt;this silence in my heart....can you fill it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i didn't ask for our friendship to be over, &lt;br /&gt;but then again, i never asked for it to begin&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we thought we'd last forever &lt;br /&gt;but all that faded away,&lt;br /&gt;forever and ever ended today...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;And bury me deep &lt;br /&gt;Inside your heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if i gave you pretty  enough words&lt;br /&gt;could you paint a picture of us that works?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you're dying&lt;br /&gt;drawing your last breathe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;remember my name.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we have this down&lt;br /&gt;Unlike everybody&lt;br /&gt;Less then a million nights&lt;br /&gt;Just like tonight&lt;br /&gt;I scream your name at the sky&lt;br /&gt;Until I lose my voice&lt;br /&gt;Would I give my life for you?  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;strong&gt;yes....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes you just love someone so much&lt;br /&gt;you just become numb to it&lt;br /&gt;cause if you really felt how much &lt;br /&gt;you love them. .it would kill you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998992-106990750482963727?l=faketheromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/106990750482963727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/106990750482963727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faketheromance.blogspot.com/2003_11_26_archive.html#106990750482963727' title=''/><author><name>Tanisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05349404912043583667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998992.post-106972572103729657</id><published>2003-11-24T21:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T06:29:35.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AUGUST:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Loves to joke.&lt;/em&gt; Attractive. Suave and caring. Brave and fearless. Firm and has leadership qualities. Knows how to console others. &lt;em&gt;Too generous and egoistic&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Takes high pride of oneself&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Thirsty for praises.&lt;/em&gt; Extraordinary spirit. &lt;em&gt;Easily angered&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Angry when provoked&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;em&gt;Easily jealous.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Observant&lt;/em&gt;. Careful and cautious. Thinks quickly. &lt;em&gt;Independent thoughts.&lt;/em&gt; Loves to lead and to be led. Loves to dream. &lt;em&gt;Talented in the arts, music and defense&lt;/em&gt;. Sensitive but not petty. &lt;em&gt;Poor resistance against illnesses&lt;/em&gt;. Learns to relax. Hasty and trusty. Romantic. Loving and caring. Loves to make friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ones in italics represent me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998992-106972572103729657?l=faketheromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/106972572103729657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/106972572103729657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faketheromance.blogspot.com/2003_11_24_archive.html#106972572103729657' title=''/><author><name>Tanisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05349404912043583667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998992.post-106971382963415244</id><published>2003-11-24T17:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T17:48:51.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;currently playing&lt;/strong&gt; - jaded//aerosmith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently eating/drinking&lt;/strong&gt; - hard candii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently wearing&lt;/strong&gt; - navvy long sleeve shirt, jeans &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;current mood &lt;/strong&gt;- confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently thinking &lt;/strong&gt;- people needa stop prankin my damn cell &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;current quote/lyric&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;do i ever cross your mind?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought I knew what love was,&lt;br /&gt;What did I know?&lt;br /&gt;Those days are gone forever,&lt;br /&gt;I should just let them go..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I spend my time thinking about you&lt;br /&gt;But now you're gone&lt;br /&gt;Im still right here without you&lt;br /&gt;a world on fire, a life overwhelming..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thanks for the useless memories &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but the simple word "love" itself &lt;br /&gt;already died and went away &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;darling forever is a long time &lt;br /&gt;and time has a way of changing things&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This place was never the same again&lt;br /&gt;After you came and went&lt;br /&gt;How can you say you meant anything different&lt;br /&gt;To anyone standing alone &lt;br /&gt;On the street with a cigarette&lt;br /&gt;On the first night we met&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blahhh today sucked. i wont even go into detail about it. haha i was cleaning my room yesterday, and i had to get under my dresser, and i found like all these pills that i never took. like medicine. there were so many! my mom would've flipped a shit if she had seen. so i just put them in the pill cup lol that i made in my room. for situations exactly like that.  i was asking my mom what like all my medicine does and why i take it...because seriously...if i ever became to much trouble for her, she could kill me. i take every pill that she gives me without like questioning it lol. LMAO on to another subject...my mom just called my brother retarded. she was like william dont do that! you look like your retarded! subject switch again (dont you love randomness) im not mad at nicole anymore...well i was never really mad at her lol....even though i said that...um 2 days ago i think? i was jus irritated...annoyed...and a bunch of other adjectives lol. anyways im out, i ran out of semi-interesting things to fill this page up with lol. &lt;33333 mish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998992-106971382963415244?l=faketheromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/106971382963415244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/106971382963415244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faketheromance.blogspot.com/2003_11_24_archive.html#106971382963415244' title=''/><author><name>Tanisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05349404912043583667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998992.post-106963997000449416</id><published>2003-11-23T21:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T21:12:58.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>currently playing - mother we just can't get enough//new radicals&lt;br /&gt;currently eating/drinking - gum &lt;br /&gt;currently wearing - red velour pants, black hoodie &lt;br /&gt;current mood - love sick&lt;br /&gt;currently thinking - damn him..... &lt;br /&gt;current quote/lyric - boy come to me, the only broken hearted loser, you'll ever need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And theres something about you&lt;br /&gt;That makes me fly&lt;br /&gt;You're a heart attack,&lt;br /&gt;just the kind I like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight the headphones will deliver you&lt;br /&gt;the words that I can't say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and color the coast with your smile&lt;br /&gt;its the most genuine thing ive ever seen&lt;br /&gt;i was so lost, but now, i believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wondered if you had a darker side. &lt;br /&gt;You wear  a smile, but your eyes &lt;br /&gt;are red like you just cried.   &lt;br /&gt;Now will you explain? &lt;br /&gt;By day you wear your happy face,    &lt;br /&gt;everybody thinks you're  perfect&lt;br /&gt;They don't know much about your pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll take him home after midnight&lt;br /&gt;and if he likes, i'll tell he lies&lt;br /&gt;i will be in love by the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;we'll have our chance again&lt;br /&gt;maybe tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998992-106963997000449416?l=faketheromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/106963997000449416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/106963997000449416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faketheromance.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106963997000449416' title=''/><author><name>Tanisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05349404912043583667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998992.post-106958969817681204</id><published>2003-11-23T07:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T08:57:26.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;currently playing&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;a href="http://dashboardconfessional.com"&gt;dashboard confessional//living in your letters&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently eating/drinking&lt;/strong&gt; - hot chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently wearing&lt;/strong&gt; - old navy sweatshirt, grey sweats &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;current mood &lt;/strong&gt;- sleepy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently thinking&lt;/strong&gt; - its wayyyy too early to be awake &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;current quote/lyric&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;im here for you to use, broken and bruised...do you understand? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;..and I would be there &lt;br /&gt;every time you'd need me,&lt;br /&gt; I'd be there every time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but its like you said&lt;br /&gt;love is like a role that we play&lt;br /&gt;but i believe in it &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; much&lt;br /&gt;i could &lt;strong&gt;die&lt;/strong&gt; from the words that you say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sing me to sleep &lt;br /&gt;under a blanket of stars tonight, &lt;br /&gt;where all my hopes and fears&lt;br /&gt;look &lt;strong&gt;childish&lt;/strong&gt; in the light." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so take your time.. &lt;br /&gt;and realize.. &lt;br /&gt;what you do to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you dont die from a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;you just wish you did &lt;/em&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you can love anyone in the world&lt;br /&gt;the problem is...&lt;br /&gt;so can he&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o0o yehh...love wastes no time in making you feel brokenhearted and depressed lol. its 7 in the morning, i have no idea why im even awake, because i dont usually wake up til like 1.  and my first coherent thought after: "wtf did i just trip over" is "i wonder if we'll talk today" its so gay though...the way it all happened. like i don't understand. and i wanna be like, well its completely your fault. but at the same time i wanna be like how the fuck did i screw this up! and completely blame myself. anyways i updated my other site too...click &lt;a href="http://xblackstar.blogdrive.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to check it out. im out. goin bakk to bed lol. &lt;333333 mish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;a href="http://xblackstar.blogdrive.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998992-106958969817681204?l=faketheromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/106958969817681204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/106958969817681204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faketheromance.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106958969817681204' title=''/><author><name>Tanisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05349404912043583667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998992.post-106956250350640385</id><published>2003-11-22T23:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T23:41:51.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;B A S i C * Q U E S T i O N S &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ my name is ] - Tanisha&lt;br /&gt;[ my nicknames are ] - TimMay, mish, tanish&lt;br /&gt;[ all i need is ] - i wish i knew...&lt;br /&gt;[ love is ] - ...the religon of the weak&lt;br /&gt;[ if i could see one person right now ] - him &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;[ im afraid of ] - spiders&lt;br /&gt;[ i dream about ] - the oddest things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W i T H * T H E * O P P O S i T E * S E X . . . &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ what do you notice first? ] - personality, eyes&lt;br /&gt;[ last person you danced with ] - I've never danced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W H O . . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ makes you laugh the most? ] - ashley&lt;br /&gt;[ makes you smile ] - umm idk&lt;br /&gt;[ gives you a funny feeling when you see them ] - any type of athourity figure&lt;br /&gt;[ has a crush on you ] - lmao no one&lt;br /&gt;[ do you have a crush on] - not telling&lt;br /&gt;[ easier to talk to: boys or girls? ] - girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W H O * W A S * T H E * L A S T * P E R S O N . . . &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ you talked to ] - my mom&lt;br /&gt;[ hugged ] - no one&lt;br /&gt;[ you instant messaged ] - lucia&lt;br /&gt;[ you laughed with ] - cori and merri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M O R E * Q U E S T i O N S . . . &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ i want ] - sanity would be nice&lt;br /&gt;[ i love ] - him &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;[ i miss ] - Cal, and the way things used to be&lt;br /&gt;[ i fear ] - nothing&lt;br /&gt;[ i hear ] - jus me typing&lt;br /&gt;[ i wonder ] - why the fuck its so cold out here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S E V E N * T H I N G S * Y O U * L O V E * T O * D O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sleep&lt;br /&gt;- listen to music&lt;br /&gt;- read&lt;br /&gt;- talk to friends&lt;br /&gt;- update my sites&lt;br /&gt;- laugh/go crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S E V E N * T H I N G S * T H A T * A N N O Y * Y O U&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- horribly fake people&lt;br /&gt;- wERdS tyPeD Lyk diZ (yuck)&lt;br /&gt;- pop up ads&lt;br /&gt;- people who think they're better than you&lt;br /&gt;- the town i live in&lt;br /&gt;- some of my fellow "peers" (they dont like me either..so its all good)&lt;br /&gt;- pop music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F I V E * T H I N G S * Y O U * D O * E V E R Y D A Y&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- shower&lt;br /&gt;- write &lt;br /&gt;- play music&lt;br /&gt;- talk online&lt;br /&gt;- update one of my sites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O N E * P E R S O N * Y O U * C O U L D * S P E N D * Y O U R* L I F E * W I T H * F O R E V E R &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- blahh not answering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W H E N * W A S * T H E * L A S T * T I M E * Y O U . .&lt;/strong&gt; . &lt;br /&gt;Smiled :: today while watching comedy central&lt;br /&gt;Frowned :: today...it was too early to be awake&lt;br /&gt;Laughed :: today while watching comedy central&lt;br /&gt;Got Mad :: im mad every day, and i dont need an excuse. the perks of being insane.&lt;br /&gt;Cried :: today...for no reason&lt;br /&gt;Were in love :: i dont understand love. but i think im in it&lt;br /&gt;Got confused :: last night, talking to him confuses me&lt;br /&gt;Played a devilish prank :: last week&lt;br /&gt;Fell asleep :: last night and again this afternoon&lt;br /&gt;Got drunk :: never&lt;br /&gt;Got high :: never&lt;br /&gt;Got in a fight :: ive been in fights this whole month&lt;br /&gt;Talked on the phone :: last night&lt;br /&gt;Lied :: haha, somehow. i live a continuous lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A N 0 T H E R * 0 N E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ pierce your nose or tongue ] - tongue&lt;br /&gt;[ be serious or be funny ] - funny&lt;br /&gt;[ coke or pepsi ] - coke&lt;br /&gt;[ whole or skim milk ] - neither&lt;br /&gt;[ single or taken ] - single for the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;[ simple or complicated ] - strive for simplicity, but often too complicated&lt;br /&gt;[ law or anarchy ] - o0o anarchy sounds nice..but law isnt that bad.&lt;br /&gt;[ flowers or angels ] - neither&lt;br /&gt;[ grey or gray ] - grey&lt;br /&gt;[ read or write ] - read&lt;br /&gt;[ color or black-and-white photos ] - both&lt;br /&gt;[ sunrise or sunset ] - sunset &lt;br /&gt;[ m&amp;m's or skittles ] - skittles&lt;br /&gt;[ rap or rock ] - rock&lt;br /&gt;[ stay up late or wake up late ] - both&lt;br /&gt;[ tv or radio ] - tv&lt;br /&gt;[ is it pop or soda ] - soda&lt;br /&gt;[ x or o in tic-tac-toe ] - x&lt;br /&gt;[ hot or cold ] - warm&lt;br /&gt;[ dead or alive ] - alive&lt;br /&gt;[ tall members of the opposite sex or short ] - medium&lt;br /&gt;[ sun or moon ] - moon&lt;br /&gt;[ emerald or ruby ] - neither, I like diamonds&lt;br /&gt;[ vanilla ice cream or chocolate ice cream ] - vanilla ice cream&lt;br /&gt;[ high or drunk ] - drunk&lt;br /&gt;[ what is your biggest fear in the world ] - nothing&lt;br /&gt;[ kids or no kids ] - right now? or future. right now no kids...future yes kids&lt;br /&gt;[ cat or dog ] - dog&lt;br /&gt;[ singing or dancing ] - singing&lt;br /&gt;[ happy or sad ] - borderline decides this for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998992-106956250350640385?l=faketheromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/106956250350640385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/106956250350640385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faketheromance.blogspot.com/2003_11_22_archive.html#106956250350640385' title=''/><author><name>Tanisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05349404912043583667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998992.post-106953840405266347</id><published>2003-11-22T17:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T17:04:53.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;currently playing&lt;/strong&gt; - it must have been love//roxette &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently eating/drinking&lt;/strong&gt; - code red &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently wearing&lt;/strong&gt; - pink long sleeve shirt, jeans &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;current mood&lt;/strong&gt; - idk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently thinking&lt;/strong&gt; - fate has conspired against me.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;current quote/lyric&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;do you find security knowing you have broken me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Could you see yourself&lt;br /&gt;with someone who loved you for you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm jaded, stupid, and wreckless.&lt;br /&gt;Not sorry, and I'll never regret.&lt;br /&gt;These years spent, so faded and wreckless.&lt;br /&gt;Not sorry, and I'll never regret these years.&lt;br /&gt;I'll never regret these years.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Excuse me please, one more drink.&lt;br /&gt;Could you make it strong,&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don’t need to think.&lt;br /&gt;he broke my heart,&lt;br /&gt;My grace is gone.&lt;br /&gt;Another drink and I’ll move on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm far past the point of return tonight.. &lt;br /&gt;and there's no lesson here to be learned.. &lt;br /&gt;cept to &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; fall in love again.... "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;teenage love songs, there ain't such a thing,  &lt;br /&gt;because fucking's just fucking.... &lt;br /&gt;when you're only sixteen. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she said she won't speak of love&lt;br /&gt;because love she's never know&lt;br /&gt;it's moments like these&lt;br /&gt;that she&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;hates&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;to be alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yehhh i might start doin quotes at this site....blogdrive irritates me. plus its easier. and i have a wider variety of layouts and stuff. anywayys...today sucked ass so much lol. all i did was sleep, take my brother and johnny gerig to the stores, and than work on this. we were supposed to go look at christmas trees(we get fake ones) but idk what happened with that. im sorta glad though, im not in the mood to go out, haha another one of my &lt;a href="http://xblackstar.blogdrive.com"&gt;infamous&lt;/a&gt; mood swings. yehh im sorta mad at nicole right now. because she had a picture that john took of me on her phone. and in the middle of science on friday she brings it up out of nowhere...and than john wanted it sent to his phone. and she knew id be pissed...but w.e. tell all journals get me in trouble lol. so i'll jus leave it at that.  anyways im out. &lt;33333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998992-106953840405266347?l=faketheromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/106953840405266347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/106953840405266347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faketheromance.blogspot.com/2003_11_22_archive.html#106953840405266347' title=''/><author><name>Tanisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05349404912043583667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998992.post-106920675469073235</id><published>2003-11-18T20:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T04:30:20.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Lying beside you&lt;br /&gt;Here in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Feeling your heartbeat with mine&lt;br /&gt;Softly you whisper&lt;br /&gt;You`re so sincere&lt;br /&gt;How could our love be so blind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge&lt;br /&gt;We sailed on together&lt;br /&gt;We drifted apart&lt;br /&gt;And here you are by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;So now I come to you&lt;br /&gt;With open arms&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to hide&lt;br /&gt;Believe what I say&lt;br /&gt;So here I am&lt;br /&gt;With open arms&lt;br /&gt;Hoping you`ll see what your love means to me&lt;br /&gt;Open arms ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living without you&lt;br /&gt;Living alone&lt;br /&gt;This empty house seems so cold&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to hold you&lt;br /&gt;Wanting you near&lt;br /&gt;How much I wanted you home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now that you`ve come back&lt;br /&gt;Turned night into day&lt;br /&gt;I need you HERE to stay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mariah carey//open arms&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998992-106920675469073235?l=faketheromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/106920675469073235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/106920675469073235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faketheromance.blogspot.com/2003_11_18_archive.html#106920675469073235' title=''/><author><name>Tanisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05349404912043583667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998992.post-106912054540915180</id><published>2003-11-17T20:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T20:55:51.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;currently playing&lt;/strong&gt; - cruel to be kind//Letters to Cleo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently eating/drinking &lt;/strong&gt;- Dr.Pepper &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently wearing&lt;/strong&gt; - SWR 21 shirt; grey sweats &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;current mood &lt;/strong&gt;- hyper and tired at the same time lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently thinking&lt;/strong&gt; - i should really start getting over him&lt;br /&gt;current quote/lyric - You would think you've known me forever, &lt;br /&gt;just because you know my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't written in this bitch in a while. I've been sorta busy, and my comp's been down. I got my report card...I did good except for english and gym. english I'm so effing pissed about. homo mrs. gualandi. I'm so hyper right now but so tired at the same time...its really messed up. I saw Elf on friday! lol I wanted to see Tupac Resurrection, but it was only playing in like 4 theaters...and my mom wouldn't drive me to any of them. So i jus went with Alli to Lowe's and saw Elf. it was good. I'm mad i didnt get to see tupac but w/e. I SAW ELF! lol and than i came home watched some shit on t.v. and fell asleep...it was a pretty eventful friday. im still fucking sick! how messed up is that. i think im like immune to all my medication...cause its not working lol.  i like stay sick...and nothings like going away. blahhh i have english questions to do. so i gots to be out. &lt;33333333 mish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998992-106912054540915180?l=faketheromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/106912054540915180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/106912054540915180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faketheromance.blogspot.com/2003_11_17_archive.html#106912054540915180' title=''/><author><name>Tanisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05349404912043583667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998992.post-106869668432268102</id><published>2003-11-12T23:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T23:12:43.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;currently playing&lt;/strong&gt; - Pretty Baby//Spin Doctors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently eating/drinking&lt;/strong&gt; - cough drop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently wearing&lt;/strong&gt; - green pj pants with polar bears on them! an a white shirt lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;current mood&lt;/strong&gt; - hyper as fucc and sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently thinking&lt;/strong&gt; - my pj pants are warm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;current quote/lyric &lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;If it's the thought that counts..... you can always count on me;&lt;br /&gt; I think about you all the time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoOt I've got off tomorrow! parent - teacher conferences, and usually i wouldn't be happy...but my parents are going lol.  so yehh i have to go get blood work done early in the morning and than i might go with cori to the library, cause we have a homo research project to do for gualandi. wow she's been taking up wayyy to much of my time lately.  and the weekend is almost here thank god! even though it feels like i haven't really been in school at all. lol im fighting with nicole....like always. its so hard to be friends with her, i think we jus get on each others nerves. or she gets on my nerves. idk either way. i dont think we're friends anymore. which is gunna be hard since we have every fricken class together.  but i can be civil, and like as long as we dont talk to each when we dont have to i think we'll both just end up going our own seperate ways.  the hardest thing about ending this friendship though...is gunna be trying to keep my friendship with jaimie. its so annoying fighting with people when you have mutual friends. lol the funniest thing, i used to keep a journal before this one, and i would never mention names because i didnt want people's feelings to get hurt, so i jus refused to namedrop, jus incase they happened to read it. now i jus dont give a fuck. they read it they read it, they want they're name taken out they tell me. i dont really care. i think i've hit an all new low, where like idc if what i say might offend someone.  i dont like getting offended myself...but ive gotten shiit from so many people, that im jus like spreadin the love lol. who0t! guess whose not on ADDERALL ANYMORE! haha im so random. i remember 2 years ago being all happy because i wasnt on ritalin anymore, and than because i wasnt on fucking whatever the next drug it was my doctor gave me.  now im on ADDERALL XR or some shiit like that...which is pretty much the same thing but now i only have to take it once a day.  i honestly have no idea if I have ADD or not...I am borderline lol which explains my constant mood swings to the world. so no I am not PMSing 24/7.  I know I got fucked up somewhere along the lines.  Its so funny because like all of a sudden its like cool to be messed up...and people are like yehh I've got ADHD and im hyper (some fuck head up the road from me said this like yesterday) I was like please my brother's had it for 3 years, you don't have it, don't pretend you have it, and you dont fucking want it.  or like people use it as an excuse or announce it to the world....like my brother had a friend over in october...and the kid was like yehh when the teacher calls on me in class i jus say i have ADD and i cant focus. i was like wtf?  i feel like a retard with it...and this kid takes it to his advantage...am i doing something wrong? lol. anyways im like madd tired and ive been ranting for awhile. yehhh i know people will only hate me more after reading this...but is that even possible?  do i even care? nahhh didnt think so.  sleep time for me...and "emergency trips" to the doctor mean prescriptions get filled....which means one of these pills should probably knock me out in a good 20 minutes lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;3333 mish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998992-106869668432268102?l=faketheromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/106869668432268102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/106869668432268102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faketheromance.blogspot.com/2003_11_12_archive.html#106869668432268102' title=''/><author><name>Tanisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05349404912043583667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998992.post-106859235401348927</id><published>2003-11-11T18:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T04:36:27.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;currently playing&lt;/strong&gt; - Until The Day I Die//Story Of The Year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently eating/drinking&lt;/strong&gt; - coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently wearing&lt;/strong&gt; - black long sleeve shirt w/ red shirt over. blue plaid pj pants. yehh i so dont match&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;current mood&lt;/strong&gt; -stressed and sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently thinking&lt;/strong&gt; - im officially screwed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;current quote/lyric&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;I waste all my time...just thinking of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blahhh I'm supposed to hand in my reader's response journal for mrs.gualandi tomorrow...and I haven't done shit on it. on top of that im sick as hell....like 5 minutes don't pass where i dont cough or sneeze...or feel like doubling over due to the pounding in my head! plus i think me and him like hate each other lol.   so yehh...im jus a real bundle of joy right now.  I dont want to go to school tomorrow...but I have off Thursday too...and thats wayyyyy to much time spent with my mom and dad lol. school is like a vacation for me....i dont do shit, i pass,(except for that D- but we'll fucking fix that)  and i don't have to see my family so yehh im likin it this year. anyways im out...cause if i dont finish that shit for gualandi...she'll have my head on a nice silver platter...fucking bitch...i hate her. latazz &lt;33333 mish &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998992-106859235401348927?l=faketheromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/106859235401348927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/106859235401348927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faketheromance.blogspot.com/2003_11_11_archive.html#106859235401348927' title=''/><author><name>Tanisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05349404912043583667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998992.post-106850246648147141</id><published>2003-11-10T17:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T17:14:31.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;currently playing&lt;/strong&gt; - The No Seatbelt Song//Brand New&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently eating/drinking &lt;/strong&gt;- soda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently wearing &lt;/strong&gt;- pink velour pants, white shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;current mood&lt;/strong&gt; - bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently thinking&lt;/strong&gt; - i wanna do sumin tonight....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;current quote/lyric&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;I hope you find out what you want.....I already know what I am. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrrness....I hate mrs.gualandi so much right now. I have a D- in english. I have no idea how thats even possible. im missing one thing and i got 70's on the two quizzes i took...so idk how that amounts to a 70.  whatever i hate her...i hope she gets gangrene and her leg falls off.  i had NEXUS today! it was soo fun we got to work with the little kids and stuff....it was wierd...cause i thought they were gunna be developmentally challanged which would have been harder...but it turns out they were jus poor lol. the one kid was so0o adorable Vivian...me and Allie when it was time for them to play..we did "kitchen" with them lol, it was cute. and when i came home i only had 2 periods left and than i got to go home. I'm so happy cause I have off tomorrow....i jus dont know what im gunna do...i wanna go out for sure though. I hate staying home when I have off.  anyways im out...i gotta attempt to make up that thing im missing for gualandi.  &lt;3333333 mish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998992-106850246648147141?l=faketheromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/106850246648147141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/106850246648147141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faketheromance.blogspot.com/2003_11_10_archive.html#106850246648147141' title=''/><author><name>Tanisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05349404912043583667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998992.post-106842153032176533</id><published>2003-11-09T18:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T18:46:44.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;currently playing &lt;/strong&gt;- Believe//Yellowcard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently eating/drinking&lt;/strong&gt; - doritos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently wearing&lt;/strong&gt; - SWR 21 shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;current mood&lt;/strong&gt; -  undecided&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently thinking&lt;/strong&gt; - my mouth hurts....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;current quote&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Today I prayed my plane would crash...you'd hear the news...and you'd think of me &lt;br /&gt; as much as I thought of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yehhh I haven't written in this for like 5 days...I haven't updated my other site either. cause I effed up my computer...so one day this works and the next it doesnt. We got our bracelets in...the one's katie ordered. they're so0o nice.  they say Calvin Kohart  #21  the dates..and than unity over self.  they're really nice...I haven't taken mine off since i got it...partially since im afraid i'll lose it and it hurts to put it on lol. i did absolutely nothing this weekend...i was supposed to go to Jaimie's with Kerrie...but that didnt work out cause she had George over.  yehh well ill write more later im cold lol. &lt;33333 mish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998992-106842153032176533?l=faketheromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/106842153032176533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/106842153032176533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faketheromance.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106842153032176533' title=''/><author><name>Tanisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05349404912043583667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998992.post-106811890503210386</id><published>2003-11-06T06:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T06:41:48.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Drowning in my pool of sorrows&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine what I see?&lt;br /&gt;The wrath of all of these emotions&lt;br /&gt;That you place inside of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories fade away&lt;br /&gt;And pictures of a happy yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Are nothing more than&lt;br /&gt;sweet, white, lies.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I've said it once,&lt;br /&gt;I've said it a thousand times&lt;br /&gt;But our hearts decide&lt;br /&gt;what they want to hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never before has something so bad felt so good&lt;br /&gt;And though we know we're killing our tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;We must live for today&lt;br /&gt;For this moment when time stops and we only know of each other&lt;br /&gt;Each kiss is a kiss of false hope&lt;br /&gt;But it's ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I enjoy this pain&lt;br /&gt;If I live for this moment&lt;br /&gt;I'll have eternal memories&lt;br /&gt;And never again doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you and I are real&lt;br /&gt;These feelings, so strong, so wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sweet White Lies//Keepsake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998992-106811890503210386?l=faketheromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/106811890503210386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/106811890503210386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faketheromance.blogspot.com/2003_11_06_archive.html#106811890503210386' title=''/><author><name>Tanisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05349404912043583667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998992.post-106798406645728298</id><published>2003-11-04T17:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T04:37:21.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;currently playing &lt;/strong&gt;- I Cry//Ja Rule ft. Lil Mo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently eating/drinking&lt;/strong&gt; - nothing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently wearing &lt;/strong&gt;- punk'd shirt, faded jeans &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;current mood&lt;/strong&gt; - sick, but happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently thinking&lt;/strong&gt; -  Kelz is deffinetly mentally challenged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;current quote &lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;em&gt;High hopes and wishful thinking have been keeping me up too late.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your viewing pleasure...and Kelz wanted to be mentioned...I decided to throw in here some of the insane things she says daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oMGiTzKeLz679:&lt;/strong&gt; if he really likes you? I guess he'll tell you...&lt;br /&gt;or he'll come to you and everything will be destiny and all that other homo shit from firehotquotes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oMGiTzKeLz679:&lt;/strong&gt; didn't the hanson brothers get like maddd hott?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oMGiTzKeLz679:&lt;/strong&gt; new from sKaNk Whore Production Films: &lt;br /&gt;"Dude Where's My Dildo" and "City of Aids" available on DVD October 30th ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oMGiTzKeLz679:&lt;/strong&gt; I want to sex him up reeeaaallllll good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oMGiTzKeLz679:&lt;/strong&gt; your like my best friend...even if you are a cynical, sarcastic, sometimes slightly bitter bitch :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oMGiTzKeLz679:&lt;/strong&gt; omg! when you have your little ghetto babies...name the boy Tupac...and the girl Shaniqua!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oMGiTzKeLz679:&lt;/strong&gt; yeh, I know I'm skankin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oMGiTzKeLz679:&lt;/strong&gt; tommorrow im gunna go into da city wearing blue and red....and see if I get shot at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oMGiTzKeLz679:&lt;/strong&gt; would you still be my bestest friend if I was a lesbian and hit on you every chance I got? :-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998992-106798406645728298?l=faketheromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/106798406645728298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/106798406645728298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faketheromance.blogspot.com/2003_11_04_archive.html#106798406645728298' title=''/><author><name>Tanisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05349404912043583667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998992.post-106790753744602023</id><published>2003-11-03T19:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T20:01:39.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;currently playing&lt;/strong&gt; - Time After Time//Cyndi Lauper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently eating/drinking &lt;/strong&gt;- cough drop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently wearing&lt;/strong&gt; - my green polar bear pj pants lol, and my Atari sweatshirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;current mood&lt;/strong&gt; - feelin alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently thinking&lt;/strong&gt; - im so tired of wanting what I can't have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;current quote&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt; sometimes lonely hearts, just get lonelier&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;young girl dont cry,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be right here when your world starts to fall,&lt;br /&gt;young girl its all right,&lt;br /&gt;your tears will dry you'll soon be free to fly, ohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when your safe inside your room,&lt;br /&gt;you tend to dream&lt;br /&gt;of a place where nothings harder then it seems&lt;br /&gt;no one ever wants or bothers to explain&lt;br /&gt;of the heart ache life can bring or what it means, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when theres no one else&lt;br /&gt;look inside yourself&lt;br /&gt;like your oldest friend, just trust the voice within&lt;br /&gt;then you'll find the strength that will guide your way&lt;br /&gt;you'll learn to begin to trust the vioce within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;young girl dont hide&lt;br /&gt;you'll never change if you just walk away, &lt;br /&gt;young girl just hold tight&lt;br /&gt;soon your gonna see your brighter days, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, in a world where nothing seems to make sense&lt;br /&gt;so afraid&lt;br /&gt;memories&lt;br /&gt;provide a hand for you to hold&lt;br /&gt;when you look outside, look inside to your soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when theres no one else&lt;br /&gt;look inside yourself&lt;br /&gt;like your oldest friend, just trust the voice within&lt;br /&gt;then you'll find the strength that will guide your way&lt;br /&gt;you'll learn to begin to trust the vioce within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a journey&lt;br /&gt;It can take you anywhere you choose to go&lt;br /&gt;As long as you're learning&lt;br /&gt;You'll find all you'll ever need to know&lt;br /&gt;(Be strong)&lt;br /&gt;You'll break it&lt;br /&gt;(Hold on)&lt;br /&gt;You'll make it&lt;br /&gt;(Be strong)&lt;br /&gt;Just don't forsake it because&lt;br /&gt;No one can tell you what you can't do&lt;br /&gt;No one can stop you&lt;br /&gt;You know that I'm talking to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when theres no one else&lt;br /&gt;look inside yourself&lt;br /&gt;like your oldest friend, just trust the voice within&lt;br /&gt;then you'll find the strength that'll guide you way&lt;br /&gt;you'll learn to begin to trust the voice within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;young girl dont cry&lt;br /&gt;ill be right here when your world starts to fall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voice Within//Christina Aguilera&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998992-106790753744602023?l=faketheromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/106790753744602023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/106790753744602023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faketheromance.blogspot.com/2003_11_03_archive.html#106790753744602023' title=''/><author><name>Tanisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05349404912043583667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998992.post-106780988250231675</id><published>2003-11-02T16:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T17:07:01.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;currently playing&lt;/strong&gt; - Real World//Matchbox 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently eating/drinking&lt;/strong&gt; - grape soda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently wearing&lt;/strong&gt; - grey sweats, aero hoodie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;current mood &lt;/strong&gt;- hyper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently thinking&lt;/strong&gt; - he hasn't been on in a while damnit! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;current quote&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;turn the lights low wasting precious time, wait for no one. tell it like it is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yehh so as you can tell I didnt write about my halloween...because there wasn't much to write about, it wasn't as thrilling as I thought it would be but I had fun, got a little messy and came home. I slept til 3 on saturday lol, my mom flipped she was like your wasting a whole day, pshhh what else was I gunna do. I've talked to &lt;a href="http://xblackstar.blogdrive.com"&gt;him&lt;/a&gt; like twice since friday. blahhness. MY HEAD KILLS! I wanna go to bed lol....but I gotta put 2 more songs on meg's cd. I wanna call him... lol prank him maybe. I have his number in here.  ahh yes the randomness of my blog. you learn to  &lt;a href="http://w0nderland.blogspot.com"&gt;love&lt;/a&gt; it. anywayz...im out. I'm gunna finish meg's cd than eat some candy and watch a little cartoons. &lt;333333 Mish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998992-106780988250231675?l=faketheromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/106780988250231675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/106780988250231675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faketheromance.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106780988250231675' title=''/><author><name>Tanisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05349404912043583667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998992.post-106780154210077799</id><published>2003-11-02T14:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T14:46:33.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the land of dirt and plaster&lt;br /&gt;lies an army of a thousand nowhere kids&lt;br /&gt;losing ground and falling faster&lt;br /&gt;into a life that no one should have to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are the people that you hate&lt;br /&gt;we are the bastards that you created (the fucking bastards that you created)&lt;br /&gt;a generation with no place&lt;br /&gt;a generation of all your sons and daughters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;behind the fake family image&lt;br /&gt;behind the smile of a thousand moms and dads&lt;br /&gt;inside the cage that we've been given&lt;br /&gt;i see an image of the future that we don't have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what did you expect ... a perfect child&lt;br /&gt;raised by tv sets ... abandoned every mile&lt;br /&gt;we never get respect ... never a fair trial&lt;br /&gt;no one gives a shit ... as long as we smile..... smile...... smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Smile Empty Soul// Nowhere Kids&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998992-106780154210077799?l=faketheromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/106780154210077799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/106780154210077799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faketheromance.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106780154210077799' title=''/><author><name>Tanisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05349404912043583667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998992.post-106774065382942214</id><published>2003-11-01T21:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T14:06:11.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;currently playing&lt;/strong&gt; - Way Away//Yellowcard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently eating/drinking&lt;/strong&gt; - M&amp;Ms &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently wearing&lt;/strong&gt; - black fleece pants, my SWR 21 shirt &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;current mood &lt;/strong&gt;- unhappy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently thinking&lt;/strong&gt; - I have a headache, halloween candy and depression dont mix &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;current quote&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;em&gt; You do something to me that I can't explain,&lt;br /&gt;so would I be out of line if I said I miss you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what book are you reading right now?&lt;/strong&gt;  Romeo and Juliet &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what's your favorite board game?&lt;/strong&gt;  CLUE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;favorite magazine?  &lt;/strong&gt;Teen People&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;favorite scent?&lt;/strong&gt;  Tommy Girl, FCUK(French Connection) anything Armani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;least favorite smell? &lt;/strong&gt;fecal matter           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what do you think about when you wake up in the morning? &lt;/strong&gt;whats the most effective way to get out of gym             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;favorite colors?&lt;/strong&gt; pink, black, and green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;least favorite colors? &lt;/strong&gt;red, and purple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;future children's names?&lt;/strong&gt;  for a girl...Victoria Lee, for a boy, Jonathan Michael&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what is the most important thing in life?&lt;/strong&gt; family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;favorite sound?&lt;/strong&gt; his voice = )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if you could meet one person dead or alive?&lt;/strong&gt; Ewan Mcgregor and Madonna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what is your sign and birthday?&lt;/strong&gt; Leo  8/03/89&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if you could have any job what would it be? &lt;/strong&gt; a successful singer or writer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;have you ever been in love?&lt;/strong&gt; idk? if I have the feelings certainly weren't reciprocated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;favorite movies?&lt;/strong&gt; Momento, Sixteen Candles, Baby It's You, Scarface, The Last Don&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;least favorite movie?&lt;/strong&gt; Momento...haha yeh its also my favorite movie..but out of all of them i like it least..it was confusing as fuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;favorite number? &lt;/strong&gt;27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;favorite sport?&lt;/strong&gt; I hate sports...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what is your biggest fear? &lt;/strong&gt;my biggest fear? every fear I've ever had so far, has become a reality...there's nothing left. I fear nothing anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998992-106774065382942214?l=faketheromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/106774065382942214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/106774065382942214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faketheromance.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106774065382942214' title=''/><author><name>Tanisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05349404912043583667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998992.post-106755252360128776</id><published>2003-10-30T17:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T17:22:05.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;currently playing&lt;/strong&gt; - I knew I loved you//Savage Garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently eating/drinking &lt;/strong&gt;- nufn..but dinner is cooking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently wearing&lt;/strong&gt; - black puma hoodie, and black sweats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;current mood&lt;/strong&gt; - ehhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently thinking&lt;/strong&gt; - throw up is gross, i wanna redo my blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;current quote&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;like a movie scene, in the sweetest dream&lt;br /&gt;I have picture us together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg....today was sooo....wierd lol. I had double periods of science today...and that class always seems to deviate from the normal. so we're on the second half of class, and John Lo goes down to the cafeteria and comes back with like 6 milks and some cookies. and like idk he drank some and gave the rest to shady, eric, and mike connolly. I think they were gunna have a chugging contest lol. so me and cori( we sit at the same table) we're sitting they're talking....and all of a sudden mike spits milk out of his mouth, and him and shady are laughing, and so is eric. and than i see john like doubled over in his chair, with a napkin to his mouth and i was like okay wtf is he doing. and he gets up, and walks to the garbage and in his hand theres like drenched napkin, with like chocolate and mucus and ughhh all this other bodily, mouth, fluid mixed together. and me and cori jus look at each other and we're like EWWWW! and he like doesnt even make it to the garbage because he sort of just lets it all out on the floor. it was like the grossest, funniest thing I've ever seen. So we're all like half amused half grossed out because it looks like john just threw up cookies and milk from laughing to hard. and than we like snap back into reality and realize that hey! throw up cant stay on the floor, and we're in science class. ughhh sooo nasty....i literally felt queasy lol.  okay so enough about natural, bodily, ughhh reactions lol. HALLOWEEN IS TOMORROW! and I'm so pysched. even though I almost fucked myself over by being gay and getting in a fight with nicole...luckily she understands that...PMS and throw-up don't mix well. anyways I'm out...&lt;br /&gt;x O x Mish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998992-106755252360128776?l=faketheromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/106755252360128776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/106755252360128776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faketheromance.blogspot.com/2003_10_30_archive.html#106755252360128776' title=''/><author><name>Tanisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05349404912043583667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998992.post-106739348191117198</id><published>2003-10-29T06:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T04:39:33.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"But I don't want to be among mad people", Alice remarked. &lt;br /&gt;"Oh, you can't help that, said the Cat. "We're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad." &lt;br /&gt;"How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice.  "You must be," said the Cat, &lt;br /&gt;"or you wouldn't have come here."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this quote lol. ahhh yesterday (which I didn't write about lol) was soo good. i talked to everyones favorite asshole!(lmao dont ask...lo0nngg story) lol yehhh I'm a little insane...hence the qoute above. But I'm jus sorta happy, because I was starting to hate him lol. But anyway lol...Halloween's in 2 days..im so pysched. I'm going around with nicole, kort, ariana, shauna,  I think Jaimie....and oh yeh &lt;em&gt;Marissa &lt;/em&gt; It's gunna be crazy....we're going around in nicole's development(which is fricken huge) and everyone goes in that development, so it's gunna be chaos. anyways...im out. gotta get my ass ready for school lol. &lt;br /&gt;x O x Mish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998992-106739348191117198?l=faketheromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/106739348191117198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/106739348191117198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faketheromance.blogspot.com/2003_10_29_archive.html#106739348191117198' title=''/><author><name>Tanisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05349404912043583667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998992.post-106730539599187485</id><published>2003-10-27T20:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T04:30:44.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I would choose to be with you... &lt;br /&gt;as if the choice were mine to make &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I sit alone &lt;br /&gt;I think of what you said &lt;br /&gt;'better off just friends' &lt;br /&gt;I'm better off just dead &lt;br /&gt;&lt;.3 Keepsake &lt;.3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here for you to use; &lt;br /&gt;broken and bruised. &lt;br /&gt;Do you understand? It's only you, beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;Or I don't want anyone else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You might be just what I need &lt;br /&gt;No I would not change a thing &lt;br /&gt;I've been dreaming of this so long &lt;br /&gt;But we only exist in this song &lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I'm not worth the sorrow &lt;br /&gt;And if you'll come and meet me tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;I will hold you down, fold you in &lt;br /&gt;Deep, deep, deep in the fiction we live &lt;br /&gt;I break in two over you &lt;br /&gt;I break in two &lt;br /&gt;And if a piece of you dies &lt;br /&gt;Autumn, I will bring you back to life &lt;br /&gt;Of course I see you &lt;br /&gt;I do. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's boys like you that make me think &lt;br /&gt;I'm better off at home on a Saturday night &lt;br /&gt;with all my doors locked up tight. &lt;br /&gt;I won't be thinking about you, baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think &lt;strong&gt;anyone&lt;/strong&gt; feels &lt;br /&gt;the way I do about you &lt;br /&gt;right now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking my time &lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to leave the memories of you behind &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be fine &lt;br /&gt;As soon as I get your picture right out of my mind &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhh yehhhh...so stuck on him, I want his voice out of my head for jus one day lol  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998992-106730539599187485?l=faketheromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/106730539599187485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998992/posts/default/106730539599187485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faketheromance.blogspot.com/2003_10_27_archive.html#106730539599187485' title=''/><author><name>Tanisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05349404912043583667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
