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MEOW! Okay, so technically, I'm a bit early, but it's already tomorrow in some parts of the world, so it's all good!

What am I talking about, some of you may ask me?

Well, in a half-hour, it'll be my BIRTHDAY! I'll be turning the filler age nineteen this year! ONE YEAR FROM TWENTY OMG YAYZ!

So, in honor of this occasion, I'm throwing a COMMENT/SPAMMING/BIRTHDAY PARTY! I'm sure everyone knows how this goes, but just in case?


LADIES & GENTLEMEN, YOU MAY NOW BEGIN SPAMMING ME WITH EVERY SINGLE FRAKKING THING YOU CAN POSSIBLY THINK OF. ANYTHING. EVERYTHING.

I MEAN anything & everything folks! Especially music! MUSIC IS VERY GOOD. SO ARE PICSPAMS & COMMENT!FIC. I want a nice full inbox tomorrow night & I KNOW you guys can totally do that.

SO! Let's have fun & celebrate . . . SPAM! & comment parties, because COMMENT PARTIES ARE WIN, NO MATTER WHAT THE OCCASION.

Ready? Get set . . . SPAM AWAY, PEOPLE! ::squeezes flist super tightly::

(& should you want to . . . text me! Or, leave me a voicemail!)

new game: what's rachel playing RIGHT NOW?

Date: 2008-02-06 08:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rayerai.livejournal.com
We all have a weakness
But some of ours are easier to identify.
Look me in the eye
And ask for forgiveness;
We'll make a pact to never speak that word again
Yes you are my friend.
We all have something that digs at us,
At least we dig each other
So when weakness turns my ego up
I know you'll count on the me from yesterday
If I turn into another
Dig me up from under what is covering
The better part of me
Sing this song
Remind me that we'll always have each other
When everything else is gone.
We all have a sickness
That cleverly attaches and multiplies
No matter how hard we try.
We all have someone that digs at us,
At least we dig each other
So when sickness turns my ego up
I know you'll act as a clever medicine.
If I turn into another
Dig me up from under what is covering
The better part of me.
Sing this song!
Remind me that we'll always have each other
When everything else is gone.
Oh each other....
When everything
Else is gone.

abandon hope all who enter here

Elizabeth (Betsy). Twenty-two, almost twenty-three, but perpetually seventeen. Whirls back & forth between vulgarity & delicacies like a dervish proper & has been known to disappear for months on end. Worshipper of Carroll, devotee of Lovecraft & BPAL hoarder absolute. Destined for the madhouse.

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