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♥ brenda


Hello, my name is Brenda by birth. I really like dressin up. I love books and photography. I hate lizards, insects, things that slime or crawl.Neither do i like gore or violent films.

AM WATCHING MY LIFE FROM FIFTY FEET.

And nope, im not delusional.
not yet

screams



Thursday, February 01, 2007

boredom 100%

<3earrings

SHOES=ME

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i ended up being bored at home aft making like so many pineapple tarts.
mum insist tt the butter that she bought the other day resulted in better tasting tarts,
which in my case i find it totally untrue.
u can give some mofo caviar and i guess he/she would jus spit it out.
my point is, im the tart-maker.
whether it turns out good or bad... its me!
well.
i had a photo-whoring session wid myself

will b gg bugis tml wid joo.

aft tt mayb gg twn.

getting joyce's pressie

hmms.

end here.

am bored.

lovepRincessed~

WHO NEEDS BRAINS WHEN YOU ARE HOT?