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Oh, okay! Thank you. :D

Okay, I wrote this fic but, embarrassingly, I don't know how to use those spoiler tags.

Sometimes You Can't Make It On Your Own was so cute and funny! Guy and Chris crying over Titanic, hahaha. Oh, god. Lovely.

I hope he gets well soon.

I'm feeding you both Doritos over the computer. Is it working?

I'm okay. I got doritos and life is never boring with dortios, if you ask me.

Hi. :]

There might be a zombie apocalypse going on.

I really hope everyone's okay.

In My Place Are you a glass half empty or half full kind of person?

Oh! I thought the exact same thing!

I've only had Starbucks twice and both times the coffee tasted awful. I think it was just the people working there or something to that extent, but I'd rather go to a cheaper, more homely, cafe. Then again, I'm a cheap bastard and think it's kind of stupid to waste lots of money on something you're going to digest anyway.

I'm not that exciting.

Yep.

Think of it as a good luck kind of thing. Like blowing a dandelion or something. hehe.

I love love. But I also like unicorns and rainbows and glitter. So that says something...

My last name is De La Peña, but ñ's aren't that exciting if you ask me.

ASSIGNMENT #6 This isn't exactly about the band, per say, but I never spent so much on a ticket. Ever. And I like to think I go to quite a few shows. Of course they're worth it and make up for it in so many ways and I wouldn't take it back for anything, but I'm a cheap bastard sometimes. ASSIGNMENT #7: Their AROBTTH CD. ASSIGNMENT #8 Will. ASSIGNMENT #9 Awww. This is where I admit to being a light-weight. When I drink, I usually stop once I start feeling buzzed just because I hate being drunk so much and I haven't been for a couple years. So I'll probably wuss out first and then... I don't know. I think Guy could out drink everyone.

I used to box when I was a little girl and I really miss that. But I don't know, I watch my friends play Tennis sometimes and it doesn't look that exciting. That's just an each to their own kind of thing, though.

Man, I should really be more athletic.

I wrote this the other night when I couldn't stop rapping in my head, LMAO: We are a path- We are a path to excellence, to a sanitary residence. To building blocks and closed roofs over our heads. Like the fire works shooting up in the sky on fourth of july, in celebration of a liberation and beercans in our hands. Because they told us we can be anything; we can go to outer space or be president of the united states. But there we have a teacher writing on a board because he couldn't control the world so he settled for 32 boys and girls. And he puts us in a line and tells us how to survive the real world, how to be just "fine." Not to sprain our wrist reaching for something we will never get. But to settle on the dime we are handed, that will feed us, and clothe us, and make us live that American Dream that our parents never let us forget. Except we are slamming our bedroom door, and yelling through the cracks on the walls that we are right and our parents are wrong. Because they told us we can be anything; we can go to outer space or be president of the united states. But when we wanna settle on a painting on a wall or a song we hear on the radio or words that build up high until they fall right through our hands and fingers and onto a pen scribbling on a piece of paper. When we wanna let our feet tell a story or step onto a stage- Our mama says that the bills need to be paid.

I always knew Chris had a female voice talking to him inside his head. Hehehe.

Funkadelic.

I like, Crests! Especially these lines: :]

I want a little garden full of different kinds of cacti, but all I have are little potted plants on my window seals.