She was once there and now she's gone.
He is no king, he's just a pawn.

1. Go to photobucket.com.
2. Type in your answer for each question into the PhotoBucket search bar.
3. Only use the first two pages. Choose your favorite photo to represent your answer.
4. Copy the html and paste it here.
5. You can only answer in picture form.


1. What is your first name?


2. When is your birthday?

(I searched January 8 =S)


3. What kind of car do you have?


4. Where do you go to school?



5. Who is your best friend?




6. What is your favourite colour?


7. Who is your celebrity and/or fictional crush?


8. What's your favourite song?


9. What is your favourite movie?

10. Who is your favourite Disney character?

11. What is your favourite clothing line?

12. What is your favourite vacation destination?

13. What is your favourite dessert?

14. What are your favourite letters?



15. What are you most afraid of?


16. What do you want to be when you grow up?

17. What is your favourite time of day?


18. Who do you like most in life?


19. What is your favourite accessory?

20. A word to describe yourself:

Matt Duchene -- 3rd Overall to the Colorado Avalanche.
Probably the most well-rounded player to be drafted this year.
Should have been the #1 pick. Deserved it, but the Islanders needed a "name player".
And, as it turns out, a cousin to my co-worker.
Congratulations Mr. Sakic-the-second.

No dude.
"I'm gonna kick your ass."
Is there really no other way to start a fucking conversation?

We are Brinkmanship.

Sigh.

Sick as a dog (have YOU ever had blackish green phlegm spewing out of your mouth?).

But going to Rise Against. I really hope I don't die. Although there are few better ways I can think of...

Coming down upon me
Acrylic skies meet
A very little chicken.

Ridges and valleys,
The checkers imprinted
Cry checkmate on my skin.

I'd just like to say something.

Hormones. Stop fucking with my head.

Wow.
Something is wrong with me.
Yesterday...
I COOKED myself a fried egg sandwich.
Betcha didn't know I could do that.
Nope, neither did I.
Today...
I made Kraft Dinner... WITHOUT THE DIRECTIONS.
Jesus.
I'm not sure where my aversion to cooking went.

The feelings I feel
Aren't expressed
So easily as once they were.

Once put to paper
By my pen,
Words now stick
Inside my head.

"I got my girlfriend after I showed her my peepee!"
~ Some random 11 year old on Ventrilo.

Fuck you Beatles.
Get out of my head.

XD

No.

It shouldn't.

Thank you,
Ebony Eden Wylie.

For being mine,
As much as I am yours.

For being there,
When no one else will.

And for making my birthday,
The best ever.