The Martini Lounge

Wed, 04 May 2005 09:46:32 GMT

Your Seduction Style: The Coquette

You are a pro at playing the age old game of hard to get.
Your flirting style runs hot and cold, giving just enough to keep them chasing you.
Independent and self-sufficient, you don't need any one person to make you compelte.
And that independence is exactly what makes people pursue you.

What Is Your Seduction Style?

heh

Wed, 04 May 2005 09:41:57 GMT

Sara and I went to the chili cookoff in richmond...

future leaders of the world
seether
chevelle...

american hifi
* that dude is great *

and cemetaries are fun <3

oh yea

Mon, 21 Feb 2005 00:45:38 GMT

this is a friends only journal blah blah blah if you want to be added blah blah blah.......

laurens version of how they got together.,...

Mon, 03 Jan 2005 01:04:12 GMT

How We Met

Daniel and I met in May of 1999. He had just graduated and was "celebrating" with some friends of his. At about 10pm, the came into Steak-n-Shake where I was working (fun, oh, fun) and I waited on them. We started laughing and joking and they ended up staying until I got off work and we all went to play putt-putt at about 1 in the morning. We stayed friends for a long time...but I always thought there was something more.

It took until September of 2002 for us to officially recognize that there was something there, and we started dating. That was just the beginning...

The Proposal

Daniel totally surprised me with his proposal. He bought the ring in the middle of November of 2003. He was originally going to propose on New Year's Eve. Then, I'm told, he bumped it to Christmas Eve, than the beginning of December, than Thanksgiving............

But then it ended up that he proposed less than a week after he bought it!!! It was the Saturday before Thanksgiving at dinner with our best friends. I thought we were going to celebrate Gary getting a new job, but there was a different agenda. After dinner, we were walking to the car, and he pulled my daughter aside. He asked her to help him, and he pulled the ring I was wearing off my finger. (It was just a ring that he had given me the Christmas before, and I wore it on my left hand because that's the only one that it fit!). He asked my daughter to hold it "real tight" while he "asked Mommy a very important question".

The rest is history....

sara loves me

Thu, 16 Dec 2004 01:19:08 GMT

she made my new layout so che-ec-eck it out :-)

and now a line from ol dirty bastard......

Sun, 21 Nov 2004 00:59:23 GMT

I WANT PUSSY........

now that i got that out of the way i want to get my lip peirced and go get the monkey symbol tattooed on me... ive tried IMin SOMEONE on yahoo a few times to see when she would be in the area and apparently ive missed her a couple times and then her bday too.. (happy birthday alley) sigh leslies having a little girl. which means i get to buy her dolls to piss leslie off.... got to see kevin last weekend.. i miss him he needs to come back soon.... blah blah

Sat, 06 Nov 2004 00:05:01 GMT

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Sat, 10 Jul 2004 19:50:45 GMT

this is now friends only.... comment to be added...

link to myspace.......

Wed, 02 Jun 2004 04:21:36 GMT

http://profile.myspace.com/users/1985381

Mon, 17 May 2004 04:54:12 GMT

~~DRAMA~~

Wed, 28 Apr 2004 04:00:02 GMT

Ever think about suicide?

Ask the 25-year-old who tried to electricute himself. He lived. But both his arms are gone.

What about jumping? Ask John. He used to be intelligent, with an engaging sense of humor. That was before he leapt from a building. Now, he's brain-damaged and will always need care. He staggers and has seizures. He lives in a fog. But, worst of all, he KNOWS he used to be normal.

What about pills? Ask the 12-year-old with extensive liver damage from an overdose. Have you ever seen anyone die of liver damage? You turn yellow. It's a hard way to go.

What about a gun? Ask the 24-year-old who shot himself in the head. Now he drags one leg, has a useless arm and has no vision or hearing on one side. He lived through his "foolproof" suicide. You might too.

But... Who will clean your blood off the carpet or scrape your brains from the ceiling? Commercial cleaning companies may refuse that job--but SOMEONE has to do it.

Who will have to cut you down from where you hung yourself or identify your bloated body after you've drowned? Your father? Your mother? Your wife? Your son?

The carefully worded "loving" suicide note is of no help. Those who loved you will NEVER completely recover. They'll feel regret and an unending pain.

Suicide is contagious. Look around your family. Look closely at the 4 year old playing with his cars on the rug. Kill yourself tonight, and he may do it ten years from now.

You DO have other choices. There are people who can help you through this crisis. Call a hotline. Call a friend. Call your minister or priest. Call a doctor or hospital. Call the police. They will tell you that there's hope. Maybe you'll find it in the mail tomorrow. Or in a phone call this weekend. But what you're seeking could be just a minute, a month, or a day away.

You say you don't want to be stopped? Still want to do it? -Well, then, I may see you in the psychiatric ward later. And we'll work with whatever you have left.

Remember: Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem.

***IF YOU’RE READING THIS, PLEASE STEAL IT AND PUT IT IN YOUR JOURNAL TOO.***