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I asked for perfection and got you
detectivetaylor
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Bethany has moved eljays over to here: [info]tehlcwriter. If you are currently a friend, don't feel the need to comment... just add me, if you'd like. I'll probably get to the point where I delete this journal here... but I'd like to have all of my current friends, before I do that.

Also, life is the same, yadda yadda. Read more at the new journal.

Current Location: the sofa, my butt is glued
I can't feel: sick
I can't hear: X-Files

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Happy Birthday to me! Nothing like a Sweet Sixteen to refresh you. I think that I shall be happy for the rest of the day.


(this deserves an icon that has Tony smiling in it... gosh, I wish that he was my birthday present)

I can't feel: smile like you mean it
I can't hear: Breakaway - Kelly Clarkson

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this is me
Bella
Name: Bella
running out of time?
Back November 2006
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Places I would go if I were you...
an extra slice of heaven
I'm through with standin' in lines
To clubs I'll never get in
It's like the bottom of the ninth
And I'm never gonna win this
Life hasn't turned out
Quite the way I want it to be

I want a brand new house
On an episode of Cribs
And a bathroom I can play baseball in
With a king size tub big enough
For ten plus me

I need a credit card that's got no limit
And a big black jet with a bedroom in it
Gonna join the mile high club
At thirty-seven thousand feet

I want a new tour bus full of old guitars
My own star on Hollywood Boulevard
Somewhere between Cher and
James Dean is fine for me

I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame
I'd even cut my hair and change my name

'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
Live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat
And I'll hang out in the coolest bars
With the VIP's and the movie stars
Every good gold digger's
Gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny
With her bleach blond hair

Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar

I wanna be great like Elvis without the tassels
Hire eight bodyguards that love to beat up assholes
Sign a couple autographs
So I can eat my meals for free

I'm gonna dress my ass
With the latest fashion
Get a front door key to the Playboy mansion
Gonna date a centerfold that loves to
Blow my money for me

I'm gonna trade this life For fortune and fame
I'd even cut my hair
And change my name

'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
Live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
Well I'll stay skinny 'cause I just won't eat
And I'll hang out in the coolest bars
With the VIP's and the movie stars
Every good gold digger's
Gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny
With her bleach blond hair
And we'll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary of
Today's who's who
They'll get you anything
With that evil smile
Everybody's got a
Drug dealer on speed dial well
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar

I'm gonna sing those songs
That offend the censors
Gonna pop my pills
From a pez dispenser
Get washed-up singers writing all my songs
Then lipsynk 'em every night so I don't get 'em wrong

Well we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat
And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
With the VIP's and the movie stars
Every good gold digger's
Gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny
With her bleach blond hair
And we'll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary of
Today's who's who
They'll get you anything
With that evil smile
Everybody's got a
Drug dealer on speed dial

Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar

- Rockstar by Nickelback
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