So anyhows, I want to make a dessert using cherry liqeur, anyone know what things there are?
(Yes, as you know, this is, 'ask the audience time'
You know, I'm really suspicious about teachers. I mean, they even have access to our facebook profiles! They're always watching
Mmm... I also have to get the pens back so I can finish doing the mugs =__= I can't believe someone in our company was stupid enough to put them in the bookpark and leave them there, then they were given to an art teacher AND I NEED THE RED DAMNIT! T__T I needed most of those pens
Eh... I need to finish a painting for a friend... and *sigh* an octopus model, eh, but I don't remeber the colours she wanted, I think it was baby pink body and baby blue for the rest of it Oo
Haha, my sister burnt herself on her right thumb, so she can't really do anything with it, like write and draw... ahaha... hahaha... roflmaogcb, and it looks really disgusting, because she did not treat it, it's blown up and she put a plaster on it, so now it is white and shrivelled >< yeugh










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Last night I lay in bed looking up at the stars and thought to myself \'Where the heck is my ceiling!\'
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What separates us is our ability to know when to kill, and when not to kill. Except for when we want to kill
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DO YOU KNOW OYASHIRO-SAMA?
YES HINAMIZAWA
I KILL YOU, YOU KILL ME
NO HINAMIZAWA
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One Sky ~ One Destiny
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<3 You know you love me... <3
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Last night I lay in bed looking up at the stars and thought to myself \'Where the heck is my ceiling!\'
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What separates us is our ability to know when to kill, and when not to kill. Except for when we want to kill
Of course, I miss all the friends I have at school so I guess missing school isn't that bad a thing
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Last night I lay in bed looking up at the stars and thought to myself \'Where the heck is my ceiling!\'
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What separates us is our ability to know when to kill, and when not to kill. Except for when we want to kill
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R.I.P. A'ndrea White, I love and miss you. See ya when im schfifty five.
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Last night I lay in bed looking up at the stars and thought to myself \'Where the heck is my ceiling!\'
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What separates us is our ability to know when to kill, and when not to kill. Except for when we want to kill
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