everyone who reads this must know hat right this very minute, i have no clue whether or not this relationship is going to last the night, even, because Misty isn't speaking to me, or so it would seem. I hope this is not true, and hat she is just tired, but she said she was coming to bed and i waited for two hours and now i'm scared that she might not feel the same as i do, and i don't think i can handle being so close to her, and not have her love. if she doesn't want me, i will call my brother in the morning, yes, folks the morning, and get him to drive up and get me, because my heart cannot handle this, i wnet though the same thing before, and it ain't gonna happen to me again, no fucking way, pardon my language.

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Get Down Wit Yo Bad Self, Cuz Pixel's In Da House!

an actual conversation at the evergreen

me - "I am PocketDyke..."
kayla- "Why?"
elisapee - "cuz she is a dyke and she is of the littleness"

RIP PIPPI
July 1994 - May 2008
You will be missed

Love is not a game.

nice job!

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~*~Mini Les, I am Lesbian, Fear Me.~*~

Excuse me Shereen2k, this poem has nothing to do with love being a game. It is about feelings, that if diisecete this further you can see the hidden message. However, if you see this as her saying Love is a game, that is your choice. I have known Jean-Anne since just before this poem was posted in 2005 and never once have I seen her play games. However, as i said before think as you wish.

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~*~Mini Les, I am Lesbian, Fear Me.~*~

Crystal, I wasn't implying that Jean-Anne's poem was about love being a game.

either way, Jean-Anne does not play games.

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~*~Mini Les, I am Lesbian, Fear Me.~*~

I wasn't implying that Jean-Anne plays games. Gosh, this isn't rocket science!