Bring on calamity.
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All dressed up..
And if looks could kill
I'd be a lonely girl with a personal graveyard.
Complicated, bent on revenge...
I've got a speed dial spot in the devil's address book..
but hey!
oh no...
ain't nobody got nothin on me.
My Name is Chelsea RayLynn.
I've got a speed Dial spot in the Devil's address book.
3 Cheers for Vanity.....♥
So here is the deal. I don't claim to be "different" or "cool" or a "non-conformist" or anything like that.
I just like what I like, and I don't care what You think about it. I don't care if you say I am a "poser" because that word doesn't mean shit anyways.
Everyone and no one are posers. Who fucking cares?
I'm a girl in a comatose world where nobody thinks for themselves anymore. People only like what they think is cool or meant to be liked. People worry about being uncool
and want to be liked.
Am I any different? I'd like to think so. I don't care about what anyone thinks about me. at least for the important parts.
But when it comes to me specifically? Am I Unique? Different? I'm about as different as all the other different girls in the world, but at least i can admit it.
I am an average girl who watches cartoons, plays pokemon, got addicted to world of warcraft(horde. don't fuck with me.), listened to nsync back in the day
(and still do sometimes.), puts on too much makeup, has insecurities, and eats too much cereal. I'm sure if anyone ever reads this. they will agree with at least 6 of the 7 things
i just mentioned. But, hey, more for us to talk about right? =]
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xx
Mellow out;;
Strung out on sunshine♥
Sunday, June 13, 2010
1:41 AM
I know its been like a long ass time since i posted but i am updting real quick.
my hair is red and i'm starting to make synthetic dread extensions.
I told you not to click me.
Now you're doomed to a section full of fail and bore.
....
Just kidding.
How about a random shiz section.
Yeah i said shiz.
Today I bring you Chelsea-obstacle-course-thetre!
Watch as I maneuver through the treacherous blow up...trenches..
As I master the Giant dangerous blow up slide,
Climb through holes only to find dangerous blow up thingies? to push through.
I push myself to my limit,
and for what?
In an attempt to beat my 12 year old little sister.
Do i?
Oh the suspense!!
Enjoy Messieurs and mademoiselle's.
Well needless to say, I won.
And my competition was not very happy with the outcome.
I SHALL NOT BE DEFEATED.