i'm working two jobs now and have been pretty busy! i saw bye bye birdie at .::~*NkU*~::. it was cute but i still don't like the show at all... i want to go to school so i can meet new friends. "do you have an all-access pass with us?" i think i'm like going to the lady fucking gaga concert. like, we'll discuss laterr. i took time to smell the lilacs and mindfucked the days away. it was great. oh! story:
Anthony swiftly rushed his nervous energy into the cold, stale air of the ancient bank as Paigene stormed to the first teller, shaking from intimidation. The couple were clear as to the plan of action and the room turned warm. The only evident proof of the magic is the receipt, sopped and distressed, reflecting the very aura of the sweating, cursed soul. Depositing enough money for cheap Lady Gaga tickets, the wicked two set up in a coffee house to be the first the have ticketry. After 19 seconds, the seats were gone and the two teenagers binged a bill, took what was left from the bank and headed to the mall. Days and dreams later, Anthony decides to close his very expensive bank account and put on his limited edition phantom of the opera style poker face to deal with the greased and obesed manager. An impossible overdraft fee of two dollars couldn't be argued quietly, so obeying rules of respect and reason, Anthony takes his time to stride and strut to his rusted car to pick out four rolls of sticky, coffee sopped pennies.
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