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Name: Rebecca Country: United States State: Pennsylvania Metro: Nazareth Gender: Female
Interests: singing, acting, dancing, tennis, mario party, mario tennis, hanging with friends, webdesigning, grahic making, talking with b4u people, learning new things, watching moulin rouge, Expertise: well
i sing, act, play tennis, mario tennis, piano, webdesigning, dance, math... yea Occupation: Student Industry: Other
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Member Since:
1/24/2004
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| What would you do if you knew How much i wanted you? You'd say "hey, me too so lets get busy. Let's raise some hell in this little city."
The dreamboat's waiting on the docks at night She's a little bit horny and she feels just right Hey, how about some of that lubrication? 'Cause this motor's gettin' ready for some fornication 
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|  diane cluck may be my all-time favorite musician. she's incredibley talented 
.....perhaps, shrug the shoulders.
'i am always here, and you are always here, i am where you are. we do not even have to try.' i do not care for diamonds...to lose them or to keep them. no i don't trouble my men to complicate my left hand. obey the road and follow. you're made into tomorrow i'm not who you think i am i'm not so good i'm not so bad i'm just as i should be for electionless selections to funnel through me they do me & undo me & redo me so help me, dad i'm standin' on the planet i came from the only way i've ever known to come from i'm standing in the way, not in the way i'm standing in the way, not in the way come witness me, mom
go now into the heart where all doubt, doubt and thoughts, and thoughts are ushered away. seems like this is the place where i'd like--i would like to spend the rest of my days. things are so lush and large here, i like it here more. and you fade from me like you know i'm dying. you fade from me like i'm already bones & born again. things are so lush and large here, simple and drawn in big wide spaces. curvature arcs in just right. i like it here more | | |
| lets just keep everything light... ok! i just wanna nestle my face into yr chest- and there's a smile widening while i think about it..... listening to stars seems particularly right at this moment, i haven't been able to stand them for a while, but now; yeah, it feels alright. xoxo, rj | | |
| we took sofi to the philadelphia zoo!











i wanted to get shots of the children and spectators viewing the animals...zoos are fun and i'm guilty of enjoying them, i admit...i still don't find comfort watching these animals barricaded in their cages...i know, the zoo saved a lot of these animals and it's great that we can have an outlet where they can stay and live...it seems like they are treated excellent and the people who work at this particular zoo really do care about the well being of their animals...however, i still feel horrible when looking into their saddened eyes. my mom now wants me to work in a zoo, strange- it very well is.
i go back to school on monday...i still have six essays to write. i have to wrap up my chemistry work too. this year will be different, i need to let go. i'm determined to change, i'm determined to forget, i'm determined to succeed. i'm sick of doubting my intelligence and myself. i'm tired of feeling lowsy and i'm through with trusting people who prove to be fictitious over and over again. i don't want my happiness to be affected by anyone else, anymore. this will be better, i hope. i have to stop running away from the truth; stop torturing myself. it's become very unhealthy and detrimental to my well being. i'll work hard in every aspect to diminish my faults and to excel in my dreams. | | |
| so the question is...will i call you one night? what will i say? more importantly, what will you say? will you come over, hold me in your arms? will you ever satisfy me, and will i satisfy you? ...or will we continue our lives away from each other. and will that be the end of something that never even started? | | |
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