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Name: Grace
Birthday: 6/23/1988
Gender: Female
Interests: Chuckling at the amusing thing in the screen, she plonks onto her bed. While she cozies up with her cuddle buddy, pillows and comforter, she shifts her attention to itunes. Propping the macbook on her lap, she searches for a certain song and breaks out singing to the music -- unaware of how it sounds to others. After a few verses, she then resumes concentration on her law notes with fresh determination. But the strands of hair in her face finally gets to her, so she reaches for a hair-tie and pulls it all up in a messy up-do. Suddenly, a familiar tone rang, interrupting her focus. Tossing her sony ericsson aside afterward, she thinks she deserves another break and starts searching for other forms of entertainment: browsing the net, watching another episode of a certain show or scrolling through her msn/skype list hoping that he is online...
Message: message meEmail: email me
MSN: lemonade_cascade@hotmail.com
Member Since:
10/20/2003
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| She grew up without her dad. Her mom was a drinker, so she had to be responsible for everyone. It left her with this constant fear that everything could suddenly fall apart. And that's why she needs to control everything. Of course she can't. Nobody can. But she can control me. If I let her. So I do. Because it makes her feel safe. And that's my job. As her husband. To make her feel safe.
--- Tom Scavo, Desperate Housewives Season 6 Episode 5.
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| Well.
i'm so lucky to have someone like you.
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| there is something that must be clarified.
i've always speculated that the first time people meet me, they leave with one of the following impressions:
* the girl who hardly speaks
* the small girl
* the girl with the big nose
* the girl obsessed with her cell
* the girl who looks innocent...
(kindly inform me if there are other impressions that i'm unaware of)
but once they get to know me, all of the above is obliterated by the idea that this girl --- is a pervert.
as is apparent from certain previous posts, i do have quite a flair for unearthing lewd innuendos in seemingly normal conversations. nevertheless, this flair is expedited when i meet people who have the same tendencies. aka josie.
based on our conversations, i have devised a list of common phrases capable of triggering said tendencies: "penetrate the market", "spread the risk", "swallowed too much", "bang the door", "bang the same place twice" and even the vegetable "capsicum".
ANYWAY, my clarification is: i am not a pervert. this is an exercise of creativity rather than an aim to be perverted. exercise of creativity.
i am serious.
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| a conversation that josie had with a friend, copied pasted to me re: me and my addiction to starburst fruit gummies.
J: "G: i dont like the cherries... they look like balls to me"
H: LOL
H: !??!?!?!
J: "G: i dont like eating them but when i do, i eat it one ball at a time"
H: oh wow
J: hahahahahaha
H: that person is aweesome
J: i told you
haha i AM awesome. 
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and if you're wondering how it looks like....
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| yes i have succumbed to twitter.
you may follow me if your heart so desires.
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Random facts about me:
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A list that never ends. Seriously.
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A sewing machine!!!!!!!!!!!
A dress form.
Lise Watier Portfolio Corrector!
A polaroid camera would be cool.
A Miu Miu bag.
Jimmy Choo Riki.
Aquapict LED Jellyfish Aquarium.
Pure White GHD.
To witness Aurora Borealis.
To see the hanging gardens of Babylon.
To see the Taj Mahal.
To write and publish a book.
To see my designs walk down a runway someday.
A health regime that doesn't require me to lift a finger.
To be truly happy and content.
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