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i dream of holding your hand. when i get it, i wanna kiss it. holding it for so long, that it gets moist and sweaty. we'd depart, wipe the hands on our jeans, and grab on again. holding on until the end of the day, kiss you good bye; and repeat the same cycle the next day.

love competition lines.

it started out pretty randomly actually; just normal comments offa myspace.

erika. good good good hahaha is that yours ong? lol
ediben. i don't understand what that comment meant haha.
care to be a tad bit more specific?
erika. you rock my socks off.
ediben. you just rock. haha im confused; according to those last two comments.
erika. you give me butterflies in my tummy.
ediben. uhm thanks; you give me a smile to put on my face.
erika. you give me a reason to smile hahaa
ediben. you give me a reason to only wear shirts, and not jackets; your hugs keep me warm. TOP THAT.
erika. ahahah i was watching a movie called teen witch and at one of the points its like nananana top that. top that? nanaan top that. top that. naanan nanana nanana TOP THAT ! hahahaha
mhmmmm. you are the chocolate to my cocoa in the cold mornings of MHS (=
ediben. sounds like an entertaining movie, although i've never heard of it; you're the sun to my day, you make things brighter. TOP THAT. [ nananana ]
erika. hahaha your the colors to my skittles... hoooshaaaaanaaaa (=
ediben. hah, you're my condom to sex; you make me feel safe. PWNED.
erika. hahahha oh my gosh no need for a tube of spermacidle? hahaha idk it was froms uperbad haha your my blooood in my period every month ahahahhaa disgusting haaha alright you win. (= Hahh im still laughing.
ediben. yeah; im the wiener!
erika. a big weiner !
ediben. i know right =)
erika. lol your the buttah to my bread (=
ediben. i thought i won this already, but if you wanna go again; you're the shoe laces to my shoe, you keep things together and tight.
erika. your the backpack on my back, knowing all i have to do is look back and your there. and you keep all my precious things safe. like my heart (=

the fued still continues.

the party; and what happened after.

it was pretty damn boring party; i wish i could've gone to alexa's party; but none the less, family first. the food was decent, although im no professional critic. i mostly just ate some meat and sweets. some caramel turtles, chocolate donuts, and cinnamon rolls. i also had some barbecue with rice; those were the only things that caught my eyes. i just hung with the kids within my age level. rockband, watching 'The Mentalist' which isn't that bad. they know how to balance the mystery side with the comedic side. we stopped after the third episode. to me its a cross between CSI investigator and Detective Conan. ughh, that was pretty much it over there. oh and dearest marielle got in trouble, she also told me of how the book that she lent me, and that i lost, ended. " CopyCat, " woooh, it still gives me shivers; some crazy stuff. playing with her dog kept me entertained, talking with Gian and Francis over the phone made me smile for a second; and the three way prank calls we had was decent. after the party we arrived at the house near 12:30am; i was just watching some reruns of some shows, epsiodes from 4 years ago. and then i hear my brother running toward the door. and asking for for duct tape too. they had parked the car near the gutter hole, and casey saw 'GJ' come out of the house, and a cat too. so she was excited and said,'GJ CAT!' she didn't know that robbie's phone was on her lap, so it dropped into the gutter. from 1:00am-2:45am we attempted to get the phone out of the gutter. we got some hangers from the house, and poked a hole with it into a cup, so we can scoop the phone into it. we tied an extension chord onto a net from big brother ryan's car, and lowered it into the vent. we hit the phone with into the cup with robbie's kite sticks, and then onto the net, and lifted it. after a long over an hour try, we finally got it. they stayed over at the house until 3:30 am. i finished washing dishes near 2:45, while casey waited for me and at cookies and listened to music. we just went outside and chilled on the porch as we always do, listening to the train pass by, and exchanging stories, and just talking in general. thats the day.

not another lancelot.

if you've read king arthur and the knights of the round table. the kids arthur and guinevere get married. arthur then receives a prophecy revealing that his best friend lancelot will fall in love with guinevere. arthur knows that its gonna happen with his lady, yet he lets it continue. so lancelot leaves. i don't wanna be another lancelot to you; yet i already am. you were talking to AJ but then you get screwed over, boohoo. so now you're talking to K, which i didn't even know, or you didn't even tell me. the only thing you told me was that AJ hella just broke your heart, you know? you told me the story ten times, really. i feel, my feelings, that there was something there; when i ask about it, you tell me about K. so hell yeah i was pissed. i mean you're gonna tell me about how AJ did this shit, and yet you pull the same cards as him and perform the same stunt on me. as much as i don't wanna be a lancelot, i already am. im gonna find another guinevere, peace.

so you're pretending you're dead? i might as well act as if it was true then.

yeah, we're still best friends. it'll take a lot more than that for a person to get cut out from my life. my question is why'd you lie to me? i even had to ask your sister dude. she replied with a " yeah, she told me if they asked if she died, then she told me to say yes." and when i asked if you were the one who told everyone if you were dead you told me no; i know the password to your myspace kidd, and this 'supposed' boyfriend, was just your other myspace, that only you added, and you commented yourself, so everyone can see, saying REST IN PEACE, and all the shit. im not stupid, i know you better than you know yourself. you accuse me of changing at that dinner party? i don't think so hun'; you totally replaced me with that white chick alexa, her boyfriend, and alyssa. you're drifting away from me as i write this, drifting away from the person who made the phone call to save your life too, gabby. like what the fuck. i haven't changed at all, i've just become more refined, and change for the better. and after i happened to ask you if you're the one who was in charge of these actions you said no, and after that you deleted your myspace...i mean S.T. i was there for you next to your hospital bed, i was there to act as a shield for when the people attacked, i was there for you period. i traveled the bay area for you, from San Francisco, to Fremont, San Jose, to almost Vallejo; if that doesn't even deserve the truth, then i don't even know what will. i just ask for an apology and the truth next time, for the mean while, just give me my space. rah, im semi scared to be your friend, i honestly do wonder what goes on in that head of yours. im starting to call you psycho, with a major emphasis. i ain't gonna pick up your calls for a decent amount of time.