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bunni_biteme
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Name: bunni*...or Tiffany *eh*
Country: United States
State: South Carolina
Birthday: 12/3/1985
Gender: Female
Interests: all things art (music, theatre, visual, etc), partying or just chilling out, vampyres, meditation... i need to do some more of that last one there
Expertise: like before, all things art... if i'm good at it, i'm pretty much gonna be interested in it.
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Other
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
Member Since:
1/17/2004
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| Renee is out, but I don't know about her 'being better'... things don't just get fixed that quickly...
...on to brighter subjects, I am now officially living with Mike *swoon!* It's so nice to have a place of our own, where we can come and go as we please, eat when we want, sleep when we want (and where we want for that matter), and we can leave all the lights off when we watch scary movies without having to worry about getting yelled at for it being inappropriate. It's fabulous. The bills are anything but fabulous, but hey, ya gotta do what ya gotta do. I think I need to get back in touch with my agent, though, so I can get some gigs and make some fast cash. I hate working *bleck* but I love Mike *hehehe* | | |
| Just when I thought that everything in my life was too hectic to slow down, when I was traveling at warp speed, when my biggest worry was whether it was going to rain or not when we had to move my bed down to my new house... we get a call from NY. Renee is in St Joes hospital, after downing a bottle of pills in the parking lot of some gawd forsaken place. She's on lock up for a week. I hope with all my heart that she recovers soon. I love you, Renee.
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we lost ourselves in these bright lights and cigarettes. we became our charade. a classic primetime tragedy. so skin graphed, a romantically hopeless warpath. statistically the cameras. and lovers like us die in car wrecks. mathematically incorrect, you fuckers ain't seen nothing yet. and baby tonight we'll be the robots in the spotlight. we lost ourselves in these bright lights and cigarettes. we became our charade. a classic primetime tragedy. so skin graphed baby, a romantically hopeless warpath. statistically the camera's set. and lovers like us die in car wrecks. a lack of evidence kept our names off the credits. panegyrized masterminds, we directed this warped pantomime. and everything was just right, from your makeup to the lights. park the car baby quiet on the set. trigger fingers entwined... i knew this was our time. this was our time, the poison burns my insides but ask me if i mind. and baby tonight, we'll be the robots in the spotlight. and we'll break free of the programming. and the whole world will know of our love. | | |
| These are just a couple of pics from the party we had at the pool today. The pic of me and Mike is hilarious just because it's sooo bad, but the pic of my niece and Steph is hilarious because they're making faces at each other. Enjoy!
And this last one is just one that I feel like throwing in for good measure... *whoot!* for hottie boyfriends! ... and dads in the background? *lol*
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her eyes are more blue than yours are *sticks out tongue* | | |
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