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| Tbaby92588 (profile) wrote, on 4-4-2003 at 12:38pm | |
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 YOU LIVE IN A WALMART BAG!!! what's YOUR deepest secret? brought to you by Quizilla I was walking around with a hair brush attached to my blanket today. Not very dignified. Two choices. a.) Work on Ultrakey and pass skill check level 9. OR b.) Write a five paragraph essay about what you would like to be when you grow up. Since I was done with Ultrakey, I chose the latter. What I want to be when I grow up. By: Theresa Kline When I grow up, I want to be a psychologist, working with the CIA. I would wear a lot of black, becuase that is what CIA's do. I know it's elementary sounding, and four and a half paragraphs too short, but I was going for that 'Underestimate me' appeal that so many pocess. I shall call it: The essay that freaked the piss outta Mr. Osteoporosis. He is about 112 and when he saw it and resumed to think he understood me. It was rather amusing. He kept talking about my mind and how I'm probably scheming some diabolic master plan. I played along. I wanted to judo-chop his Grandpa glasses right off his wrinkly face just to prove that I mean business... P.S. Just kidding, Society. Your Grandpa's are safe with me. |
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sugarmouse0587 | 04-05-03 12:03am you're so great |
Tbaby92588 | Bwaha, 04-05-03 10:18am Thank you!
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