Post by annabel clarisse murphy on Jan 26, 2010 20:56:04 GMT -5
annabel clarisse murphy.
CAN BE REACHED AT 810 469 0042 !
"hey, babe. i'm obviously not here, so you'll
have to wait for me to call you back. don't
be an idiot and just hang up. i hate when
people do that. kay? -pause- alright, love ya!
byee."
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default ringer. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - bedrock, young money.
"i'm so pretty like, be on my pedal bike,
be on my low starch, be on my ecko
whites, he say nicki don't stop you the bestest,
and i just be coming off the top as-best-es.
ooh baby, i be stuck to you, like glue baby,
wanna spend it all on you, baby, my room is
the g spot, call me Mr. Flintstone, i can make
Your Bed Rock."
ringback tone.[/color] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - shake the bubble, young and devine.
"fly senorita, lookin’ hot tonight back it on up
and enjoy the ride shake it shake it shake that
bubble tonight baby, shake that thing tonight,
Oh! fly senorita, lookin’ hot tonight back it on
up and enjoy the ride shake it shake that bub
ble tonight baby, shake that thing tonight, Oh!
‘cause you're the kind, senorita, that's undefined
makin’ me lose track time there’s a party, pull the
line the ladies sayin’ “playboy, dance with me”
you know you shouldn’t play your games with
me. let’s hit the backseat, o-oh."
restricted ringer.[/color] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - kiss with a fist, florence & the machine.
"you hit me once, i hit you back, you gave a
kick i gave a slap. you smashed a plate over
my head, then i set fire to our bed. my black
eye casts no shadow, your red eye sees nothing.
your slap don't stick, your kicks don't hit. so
we remain the same. love stinks. sweat drips.
break the lock if it don't fit. a kick to the teeth
is good for some. a kiss with a fist is better
then none."
one new text message ringer.[/color] - - - - - - - - - - - - - love like this, the summer set.
"i've got a way with counting cards, and you've
got a way of breaking hearts. i've got the keys to
a real fast car, and you're a real fast girl. i want a
love like this, won't you show me a love like that?
they say that love's some bitch. read my lips. i've
waited all my life for a bitch like this. for a kiss like
this. take off your jeans and your cowboy boots.
i like you best in my cheap suit. i cut the breaks
to your racing heart, 'cause you're a real fast girl."
one new voice mail ringer.[/color] - - - - - - - - - - - blah blah blah, kesha ft. 3oh!3.
" coming out your mouth with your blah blah blah.
just zip your lips like a padlock and meet me at the
back with the jack and the jukebox. I dont really
care where you live at just turn around boy and let
me hit that. dont be a little bitch with your chit chat
just show me where your dicks at. music starts, listen
hot stuff, im in love with this song. so just hush baby
shut up, heard enough. stop stop stop talking that
blah blah blah think youl be getting this nah nah nah.
not in the back of my car car car. if you keep talking
that blah blah blah blah blah. boy come on now.
come put a little love it my glove bag i wanna dance
with no pants on. come meet me in the back with the
jack and the jukebox, so cut to the chase kid cuz I
no you dont care what my middle name is."
missed call ringer.[/color] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - set fire to the third bar, snow patrol
"I find the map and draw a straight line. over rivers,
farms, and state lines, the distance from 'A' to where
you'd be, it's only finger-lengths Jobby that I see i
touch the place where I'd find your face. my finger
in creases of distant dark places. i hang my coat up
in the first bar, there is no peace that I've found so
far. the laughter penetrates my silence, as drunken
men find flaws in science. their words mostly noises,
ghosts with just voices, your words in my memory,
are like music to me. i'm miles from where you are,
i lay down on the cold ground, i, I pray that some
thing picks me up, and sets me down in your warm
arms. after I have traveled so far, we'd set the fire
to the third bar, we'd share each other like an island
until exhausted, close our eyelids and dreaming, pick
up from the last place we left off. your soft skin is
weeping, a joy you can't keep in."
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sophia harrington.[/i][/color][/font]
# three - - - who i am, nick jonas and the administration
nothing makes sense.
nothing makes sense anymore.
nothing is right.
nothing is right when you're gone.
losing my breath.
losing my right to be wrong.
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this was inspired by a lot of different people, but violette[/SIZE] probably had the
biggest role. mad props to her. the lyrics are made by demi lovato. sydknee
says![/color] is responsible for the coding and the images, so don't you even thin
k about stealing it. because she worked very hard and she'll be very pissed
if you do. she'll go all hbic on you. & ending on a positive, thanks for using!
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