I want...
to burn...
this journal.
So much lovey love and teenage girl gushing... it makes me ill. gonk
I must get a life
I must give something more for you to poke at your brains with than the sticks of ignorance and mediocre crushes... on people... who have mohawks (and cool cars) BUT MOHAWKS none the less. People, who, while in the first stages of aquaintence seen mysterious, complicated, and enigmatic (is that a word? as in showing charactaristic of enigma?)But turn out to just be another rebel without a cause who likes to be an idiot.
Thus, this is the last paragraph I devote to the little (insert).
Bohemian Baby Community Member 
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