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Name: Casey
Country: United States
State: West Virginia
Metro: Charleston
Gender: Female
Interests: Being the center of attention, Competition band, DDR, flugelhorns, Music, Not failing, People liking me, and Winning.
Expertise: Jocking the bitches, slapping the hoes, keeping it real, certainly not being a poser, being a lot cooler than you ever could imagine being, reppin' the 562, Jewish Dancing, and not fronting. *wink*
Occupation: Retired
Industry: Textiles
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  hhsflugel
MSN: caseysmagic@hotmail.com
Yahoo:  caseysmagick
Member Since:
10/29/2003
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| http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G7oGx2dImE8
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wc6fRhyK6zc
Where are these manly men, because I needz em.
Just kidding, but those two links should crack you up.
If your blog was referencing me, then I'm sorry. I do what I do. If not, well, I'm still sorry.
So we're fucking poor, again. Oh well, I've got some quarters, I'm set for like, a week. Perhaps being super model thin is just a few weeks away! MMM SALTINES AND DIET COKE, OH WAIT, I CAN'T AFFORD THAT.
EDIT- Just logged onto AIM. No, I rarely get on there because I keep weird hours, and you cannot receive offline IMs. Ill try to keep it on, just for you.
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| A coma might feel better than this,
Attempting to discover where to begin.
You're weighed down, you're full of something.
Of sickness, and desertion.
You're weighed down, you're full of something,
You're underneath it all.
So say goodbye to love,
And hold your head up high.
There's no need to rush
We're all just waiting,
Hoping a better place is all I need,
With moments of innocence and mystery.
Oh, it's the little things you miss.
Like waking up all alone.
Oh, it's the little things you miss,
When you're underneath it all.
So say goodbye to love,
And hold your head up high.
There's no need to rush
We're all just waiting,
So. As fun of an adventure as that was, it was short lived.
Things I am not:
Patient
Forgiving
Willing to waste my time
your girlfriend.
Why couldn't you just have called me?
I don't know
What is wrong with you?
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I'm sitting here trying to understand why you do the things you do, and I get nothing from you. I tell you everything. Do you just not care?
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This is so old. I can't even talk to you.
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Having a relationship implies input from both parties.
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Well, okay, I get it, I'm done with my rant.
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Just remember you did this to us.
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Eat dicks hun, bai.
/delete
best breakup line evar
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| You change your mind
Like a girl changes clothes
Yeah you, PMS
Like a bitch
I would know
And you over think
Always speak
Cryptically
I should know
That you're no good for me
Cause you're hot then you're cold
You're yes then you're no
You're in then you're out
You're up then you're down
You're wrong when it's right
It's black and it's white
We fight, we break up
We kiss, we make up
You don't really want to stay, no
But you don't really want to go
You're hot then you're cold
You're yes then you're no
You're in and you're out
You're up and you're down
Looking back on it, you were an accident, and you were supposed to be a one night stand. Do I regret it? Are you kidding me? Guilt and regret are not feelings I possess. Let the games begin.
Things I used to be
Caring
150 pounds
Understanding
Considerate
A non-smoker
Fuck 'em. Literally.
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| I'd sometimes like to think of myself as a good writer. What being a good writer entails I'm not sure I really know. Perhaps being able to convey emotions, who knows. However I do know that I enjoy writing, whether is be a rant, or a well... Ranting is mostly all I do.
I almost feel as though I need to reintroduce myself to my own journal since I've long neglected it. I went through my xanga and read a lot of the old posts. It really made me laugh. I was so so very stupid. I have changed a lot. Now, whether that change is for the better, I cannot say. But, somehow I think I am more like myself now than I was back then if that makes any kind of sense. No wonder I couldn't keep a boyfriend, I was pretty terrible. Poor little insecure Casey. I feel so sorry for myself! I'd like to buy her some ice cream and tell her its alright, you really don't suck that much.
Its funny in a way. The only thing I ever wanted was to be loved in all honesty. Thats not so strange. I wanted everyone to love me, or to at the very least want me around. I think I wanted it so much that I tried to tailor make myself for each situation. No wonder I was always so unhappy.
I am not unhappy now, and that is not any kind of lie. I think this is the first time that I have been able to really say that. I do have someone who loves me. Perhaps not head over heels, but I think we all know that kind of love is childish. Maybe I am wrong, love is not really the word that I prefer. I would venture to say that he's my best friend. I have always thought of love as more of friendship and less of unyeilding devotion. Having a best friend is the best kind of love, at least I think so.
I was waiting for a cross-town train in the London underground when it struck me
That I've been waiting since birth to find a love that would look and sound like a movie
So I changed my plans and rented a camera and a van and then I called you
"I need you to pretend that we are in love again" and you agreed to
I want so badly to believe that "there is truth, that love is real"
And I want life in every word to the extent that it's absurd
I greased the lens and framed the shot using a friend as my stand-in
The script it called for rain but it was clear that day so we faked it
The marker snapped and I yelled "quiet on the set" and then called "action!"
And I kissed you in a style that Clark Gable would have admired (I thought it classic)
Well, you know what? Love is real, and there is truth. And you know what? I don't need anyone to pretend to love me, or like me, or want me around. But love is real. It just wasn't real with you. All these songs I quoted again and again!
I'll wear my badge:
a vinyl sticker with big block letters
adhered to my chest.
It tells your new friends
"I am a visitor here... I am not permanent."
And the only thing keeping me dry is...
You seem so out of context,
in this gaudy apartment complex.
A stranger with your door key,
explaining that I'm just visiting.
And I am finally seeing
why I was the one worth leaving.
(I was the one worth leaving)
You know what else? I've finally realized that it wasn't me. I was not the problem.
I'll be the waterwings that save you if you start drowning
No I won't! I can't save anyone. It is not my problem. If you need to be saved, or fixed, you need not apply. GTFO.
Perhaps I'm bitter about it after I've read some of this. But fuck 'em all. This is mine, and I am finally happy.
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I found a letter that said:
"I'm sorry that you were asleep when I wrote these words down,"
You'd think I'd ought to be used to that by now.
Stay for a few of those late night episodes,
Missed opportunities, and "I Don't Cares,"
There's not a lot that I feel obliged to share or talk about.
I'll have my brother stop by this Saturday to pick up my things,
Just make sure you're not there.
This may sound bad, don't take it the wrong way..
I love you, however, you hold me down
you hold me down
you hold me down
Do you ever look back and think, "If I hadn't done (insert something mean or stupid...or both here) then maybe he/she could have been the one."
You're the echoes of my everything,
It's in my belief that any one given person, given the appropriate sex, could be "the one". Like, that one guy/girl whom you instantly hated because of something s/he said...Well what if that one thing hadn't been said? Would you have tried harder to love said person?
You're the emptiness the whole world sings at night.
So the chances of someone being that one person go up tremendously given the right amount of time and such invested. I mean, take Josiah and I for example. We were already living together, and had a year and a half invested. We knew what the rest of our lives were going to be like. So, what if I hadn't been such an ass, and he hadn't been such an ass? It's just so frustrating that you can't see what you're doing wrong at that given time for any given situation. I guess that hindsight truly is 20/20.
You're the laziness of afternoon
I suppose you could look at it a different way. You need all those failed relationships to know what doesn't work in any given time for any given situation. Hopefully now I've learned my lesson and won't be such an ass.
You're the reason why I burst and why I bloom
I, for one, am getting really tired of starting over. I'm tired of not knowing what I can and can't do around someone when you first meet them, and what you can and can't say. I'm tired of him not knowing what buttons to push and when. Josiah and I were FINALLY there, you know, where you know exactly what to do and when. That's a big pain in the ass. Man. I need to stop screwing up and/or picking the wrong people for dating.
How will I break the news to you?
How will I break the news to you?
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