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♣ josie: t h e p a r t y p r i n c e s s
Monday, July 27, 2009 || 3:30 PM Strands of black, brunette in the right light, whipped across her face, a few on the mangled mass of what she called a hair style wormed out the window into the steady stream of air blowing. Head banging along with the beat of the music, her eyes roved the surrounding area before flicking to check the newest text out of many. 'we're hanging out by the pool at my house-dad says you're welcome to come.' Pulling into the next lane, Josie was happy she didn't make the trip to only turn around. In a few taps, she had replied her answer. 'awsm c. b there in a few.' This was just what she needed after a night of partying, lounging around and getting a tan. The teen had met Culbe at Rappos; they were both the newest employees. Naturally, both having a love for texting and fashion, they hit it off. Though, she wasn't sure what to expect, considering her new friend's large array of buddies. Putting the car into park, she reached over to grab her bag and stepped out into the sunshine, red heel boots clicking.  Labels: literature, polyvore |
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make me immortal with a kiss This space is for your profile. Mmm, perhaps you can tell them how you have a BAD HAIR DAY every other day, how your best friend started to talk like a Valley Girl, how you wished art ought to be banned from school, or you'd wish to have a mom as cool as LADY GAGA. You'd go to school in a bubble dress, and strut down the hallways as the basketball hotties gawk at how awesome you look. Make your profile as lame, unrealistic, stupid as you want. You can even say you're friends with a fat, immature man who lives on the rooftop of your house. Who claims he's the greatest at everything. It's YOUR blog, and tell them their criticism would be so not welcome. bolditalicunderline |
