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Name: Skot Country: United States State: Georgia Birthday: 6/1/1985 Gender: Male
Interests:
killing
Expertise:
Photography/ Skateboarding/ Snowboarding Girls
Occupation: Artist Industry: Art
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Member Since:
3/29/2003
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| I think this is the last time I will post on Xanga,... It seems to be letting me down that I don't ever have enough comments,... And I also think that I shouldn't be writting for the sake of comments, which brings me to the conclusion that I shold find someting else to do with my time. GOodbye my friends, I hope that online journals take you further than it has taken me. And who knows, I might try again later in life,...
over and out,
SKot | | |
| Anyone up for an adventure? Wanna quit your job, leave your town, and rock around the country in a 69 Valkswagon van with me? I can't wait, so give me a few more weeks, and I'm out of here.
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| I just rode my bicycle to Pats work from my house, I figure thats about ten to fifteen miles. I am really tired. I don't know if I even want to go to the show tonight. It sold out because I bunch of little kids want to go see Taking Back Sunday, I think thats lame.
I am working two jobs now and I'm about to start a 3rd. wow I'm getting alot done now that I'm not in school. I bumped into a girl I used to date (Fern) at teh mall today and I think she's going to travel with me this summer. She is a nice girl.
also don't listen to skot miller, I heard he is gay, and also do not talk to him on aim,... which is lovedoesnotfail by the way. | | |
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| THis night should last forever, by myself but not alone. Reality will stab me, WIll I have the strength to carry on? Will I bow down to this world? WIll I be chained by my flesh? Will I bow down to this world without the help of something else? The pain of waking from a dream i must believe. I think I saw your hands, I think I almost reached your outstreached arms. | | |
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