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I'm giving away three CDs if anyone wants one, or all, of them.

System of a Down - Toxicity
System of a Down - Steal This Album!
Rooney - Blueside

They're all burned. I'm giving the SoaD ones away because they're a little scratched so I got them reburned for myself and the Rooney one won't play in my CD player because it's not new enough to play a certain kind of CD. The CD's not scratched though. So yeah, just tell me if you want it/them.

http://www.jlist.com/cgi-bin/disp.cgi?img=http://images.jlist.com/c2/kittyvib5.gif&x=500&y=500

...It says it's a shoulder massager.

Gay/Lesbian Fiction
My mom saw the lesbians on my notebook. This is what she had to say about it:

"Katie! Is that two girls kissing?!"
"No."
"Yes it is! Are you gay? Everyone at school thinks your gay now! I can't believe you'd put that on there. That's bashing God. Don't you think he has feelings? I can't believe you're just flaunting that everywhere! You're grounded. I am appalled."

Young hate
I was going through some old things of mine, and I found a little story I wrote about my 4th grade teacher, because I didn't like her. I thought I'd share. Beware, I'm going to copy it as is, leaving all my spelling errors in:

This is A story of Mrs. Johnson.

One really hot day in the middal of summer Mrs. Johnson was teaching the class. I was bord. I found some machis under my chair. So the next day I lit the machis and put them in Mrs. Johnsons chair. When she sat down that day she burned her butt. She flew all the way to Alaska and fros to death.

The End


I was such a sweet 4th grader.

May I present to you: Jesus

More pictures
I stole the middle one yesterday


Ben without an afro!


And here's some lesbian love


Lesbian love for everyone

My Today
So Stacy, Dustin, me, and Lisa are all going down to Grand Rapids. Lisa stops at this corner and parks. We just sit there and she goes, "I'm not leaving till you grab that cone." So Stacy finally jumps out and grabs two cones, one which has tar all over it. (ick).
Later we drive past a road lined with those tall orange construction cones that I've wanted forever. Stacy and I immediantly long for them. Lisa stops on the side of the road, around all this traffic and people, and I run out and grab one of them. It's a lot bigger than I thought. I quickly shove it into the car, and as I do two bikers go by. One shouts, "Take it!" and the other stops by my door real quick and says, "I saw that!" and laughs. Lisa starts driving before I even shut the door and we stop at a light. A police car drives up to us and we just kinda.. try to cover the 3 cones in the back seat.
Also, we went to go into Little Bohemia, but were stopped by a man and a woman. The man told us a story about how he's in a really tough position right now and has no family for him and the woman to live with besides his asshole uncle. He said all of their stuff was in an alley right now, and they needed a cab to get it all the way to his uncle's place. They seemed to be truthful, and really needed help to pay for a cab, so I gave them $5.00. You might think $5 was too much, but *shrugs* I took it from my mom anyway, and I felt good for helping.
On the way home, we stop at Morley Park, where Lisa breaks her arms and Stacy dies. Yeah. Only not really. So after that we went on like 2nd street I think and there was a yard full of around 16 flamingoes. And of course we must have them. So Lisa stops real quick and Stacy grabs one and names him Jesus. Then we go home.
As I walked inside, my mother says to me, "Stop it. Listen to me Katie, stop your life of crime, don't take any more of those, do you hear me?" I smiled and dragged my beautiful skinny orange cone into my room.
All in all, I give today 4 stars.