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    Date: Sunday, June 22, 2008
    Time: 7:09 PM
i should be add maths-ing right now

    but heck, who gives a shit anyways

    introducing --- Metro Station, the boy band of the 21st century
    members : Trace Cyrus -- as in Miley Cyrus's brother, Trace Cyrus, the less popular, less well known, less talented and less attention seeking sibling. i mean, yeah, you have to give credits to him for actually having a band and not feeding off the attention given to him just for being Billy Ray Cyrus's kid. i mean, face it, the only reason Miley Cyrus is doing so well is because her daddy helped her all along, yeeesh, so yes, i prefer MetroStation (it's actually a band's name, who would've guessed???) because Miley Cyrus is an attention seeking whore-faced daddy's girl. heck, even her name is fake


    "Okay, so then I'll call you Angel."

    "Why Angel?"

    He reached up to touch one of the curls hanging around her face. "Because you have the face of one, even if your soul belongs to the devil."
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    it's the kind of fanfic which makes you go to bed aroused, sleep, dream of amazing sex and wake up with an orgasm.
    and, heck, it fucking keeps in your mind
    well, who WOULDNT want to dream of mind-blowing sex and wake up with an orgasm?
    (stares at the people reading this *come on, you KNOW you want those kind of dreams*)
    and i'll fucking be the judge of what is/isnt appropriate to write on my blog, thank you very much
    if i want to blog about dreaming of mind-blowing sex with *inserthotguynamehere* then i'll fucking blog about dreaming of mind-blowing sex with *inserthotguynamehere*


    god, i need to stop reading D.C. porn
    it's simply doing wonders for my mentally psychological state, really

    She couldn't stop the shudder that shook her from the inside out, or the gasp that suddenly came out of her parted lips. She licked her lips, which suddenly went dry, capturing his attention. "D-David?"

    His face was drawn into almost a frown, as his eyes stayed on her soft lips. "Hmm?"

    "Wh-what are you doing?" she asked, breathlessly.

    His eyes drifted up to hers, blinking as if he suddenly realized who she was. She half expected him to drop his hand from her. Instead it slid up to cup the nape of her neck and brought her face closer to his. His eyes were heavy, his breathing slightly ragged, as it stirred the hair surrounding her face.

    "Amending our relationship," he whispered before brushing his lips across hers.
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