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dingos ate my baby damnit!!

9월 12일

Paris Hilton at the "Virgin" party *starts laughing hysterically*

Ok, as much as I hate Virgin-Mobile phones and the whole Space-Plane he invented, I've gotta "rate" Branson for what he did to Paris Hilton.

Paris Hilton was the victim of a brilliant practical joke set up by Sir Richard Branson, the billionaire founder of the Virgin Group. It happened at the 21th birthday of Richards son, an elaborate bash with "Alice in Wonderland" as a theme and England's finest on the guest list, including fawad...BUZZZZ. Paris made it known she planned to go dressed as Alice, thus ensuring she would be the center of attention and not that son of a bitch who the party was actually in honor of. So Branson secretly ordered all 60 of the waitresses for the party to dress as Alice as well. Branson even pretended he didn't recognize Paris and asked her to get him a drink.
 


Oh Branson, you silly and hilarious bitch.
 
lots of love
amita

why women are sh*t.

 
enough said.
 
lots of love
amita
 
5월 7일

scout's (very scary) honour

Mjscout
 
Trust me.......you don't want to know how these kids earned their badges...
 
lots of love
 
amita
4월 2일

adventures in plastic...

 
Once upon a time there was a famous fashion doll named Barbie.
After a line of dolls called 'Bratz' came along and began to outsell her, Mattel decided to drum up some publicity for her by introducing her to Australian surfer boy Blaine. Ever the attention whore, Barbie immediately ditched long term boyfriend Ken and invited Blaine over for a date!
 
 
Meanwhile, a lost and forlorn Ken was left with nothing to do but leave messages of love and longing to his former flame on the outside walls of the Barbie Dream House.

 

 

Back inside, as Barbie and Blaine were about to sit down to dinner, Barbie was struck down by stomach cramps and excused herself, hurrying to the toilet.
"Damn those burritos I had for lunch, they always go right through me," Barbie sighed unhappily.

 

 
Suddenly Barbie heard a rustling in the bushes outside and looked out the window to see Ken spying on her.
"Hi Ken!" Barbie called cheerily.

 


"I hope your face turns into a mass of festering sores you skanky whore!" Ken shouted, tossing a handful of mud at her.
 
 
Barbie began to tire of Ken's anti-social behavior and thus decided the next day to have both Blaine and Ken over for a cup of tea, whereupon they would both have an equal chance to charm her. The most charming, would become her sweetheart.
 
 
As they all sat down to discuss the prediciment, Ken made his move, dropping his pants and offering Barbie a feel of his tight plastic butt.
 
 
Not about to be outdone, Blaine dropped his pants also, showing Barbie that unlike Ken's 1960's design, Blaine's modern day line of dolls were made anatomically correct, if not a little generous.
"Oh my!" Barbie gasped dropping her tea in surprise.

 

Having soiled herself with the tea, Barbie went to her bedroom and changed. Upon returning, Barbie was delighted to see that her vibrantly homosexual neighours, Adam and Steve, had dropped over.

 

 

"Hi ya doll. We had some hash brownies we couldn't get through and thought you might like them." Steve told her.
"Super!" Barbie cheered taking the tray and bidding them farewell.
"Hey guys!" Barbie cheered handing the brownies around to Ken and Blaine "Let's get stoned!"
Half an hour later...
"What's with all the pink elephants?" Ken asked as they sat around giggling hysterically.

 

A little later, Barbie began to feel a little ill and excused herself.
After a time, Blaine and Ken wondered what could possibly have happened to her and decided to look for her, finding her in the bathroom...

 

 

"Eugh, one brownie too many," Barbie gurgled.
As Ken and Blaine helped her up off the floor Barbie gasped in disappointment.
"Goodness! I've vomited a little on my blouse!" she pouted.
Barbie stripped out of her clothes to change, but upon catching her reflection in the bathroom mirror began screaming hysterically.
"Damn those brownies! Now I'm FAT!!! How am I supposed to promote an unrealistic body image to young girls now!!"

 

 

"Barbie you're hysterical!" Blaine snapped, slapping her. Having regained her senses, Barbie went to her bedroom to put on fresh clothes. Upon returning to the lounge room, Blaine decided to show Barbie his amazing flower pot balancing trick, to try and tip the scales in his favour.
"You've seen it before, but now it's time to see it when I'm HAPPY!" Blaine cheered.

"Blaine you have a strange growth!" Barbie gasped "Lucky I'm a registered Nurse and am equipped to deal with these kind of things,"
Barbie removed the flower pot, and fainted.

 

"Barbie now you have no choice but to pick me!" Ken gloated, before gasping as
Barbie pulled up a corner of the lounge room carpet to reveal a stock of new Blaines.

Barbie helped a new Blaine from his box, but Ken leapt forward and dealt with him swiftly.

"Ken, Mattel sent me like, a hundred of them," Barbie yawned.
Realising that attempting to eradicate the many Blaines would be fruitless, Ken raced to Barbie's bedroom in a fit of rage, intending to trash it.
"No Ken! Don't go in there!" Barbie cried racing after him.
"What the hell?" Ken gasped as he opened the door.

"Uh, that's my gardener, Yorick," said Barbie sheepishly "Wait-I mean my plumber, Juan, wait-no...he's quite hairy..."
"You have a serious problem Barbie," Ken cut in "And it's time you faced up to it."
"You're right," Barbie sighed sadly "I can't deny it any longer, I do need help..."

 

THE NEXT DAY:


"Uh, new girl? Could you please introduce yourself?" the group councellor asked.
"I'm uh, my name is, um, uh...I'm the 'truly outrageous' Jem!" Barbie responded.
"That's funny," the councellor responded "The last time I checked, I thought I was Jem,"
"D'oh!" snapped Barbie.

 


"Barbie it's ok to be ashamed," Jem told her "I was once like you, I actually started out here as a patient. In the mid-eighties I was one of the hottest fashion dolls around, but then in 1987 my toy line was discontinued, and soon after my cartoon axed. Broke and unemployed, I turned to drugs and anonymous sex to cover up the pain. I bedded every action figure in sight, GI Joe, Batman, She-Ra...but the morning I woke up under Gumby I KNEW I had to make a change and turn my life around..."


 

 "You're in a safe place Barbie, it's time to begin the healing process and learn to love yourself again," Jem said soothingly.
"Oh shove it Jem!" Barbie shouted suddenly "I'm out of control ok, I've got issues! BIG ones! I'm just so tired of being so pretty and pink and nice ok!"
Barbie jumped to her feet, pulled a baseball bat from her purse, and proceeded to trash the place.

 Jem managed to push a duress button on the wall and moments later a police officer burst in, grabbing Barbie before shoving her down on a table and cuffing her.
"Get your dirty hands off me you filthy $#!@% pig!!!" Barbie shrieked in rage "Don't you $#!@% know who I am???".


THE NEXT DAY...
"You are charged with disorderly conduct," the police officer announced " You are sentenced to six months...in Malibu State Penitentury! Smile for the camera Miss."
"Wait! I haven't fixed my hair!" Barbie gasped.

 


TO BE CONTINUED...

Coming Soon...
Episode Two:
BARBIE IN THE BIG HOUSE!

 

lots of love

amita

 

2월 14일

Why rap music is s**t.

It is a fact that rap music is possibly the most pointless genre of music ever created. Thirty years from now you won’t hear any artist saying that their biggest musical influence was 50 Cent, or Lil’ Bow Wow, or Lil’ Kim.
 
Take this picture for instance:
 
 
Nothing about this picture makes sense. It’s 50 Cent in some field at night. He’s dressed in a 1940’s mobster style suit. He’s holding a crossbow for some reason, and there's some type of barn in the background.

So I guess we’re supposed to believe that 50 Cent just slaughtered some animals at night with a crossbow. This is the most pointless and idiotic picture to ever be taken. Ever.

I made some alterations so the picture would make a little more sense.
 
 
But the worst part is that rap artists are making ridiculous amounts of money doing essentially nothing. Any person in a studio that has 10 studio technicians helping them could make a rap album in about 2 hours, assuming you know the 10 things that a rap song must contain.



The 10 Things a Rap Song Must Contain
  1. A beat that is horribly bland, just a bass kick and snare will work, the rapper and the random other voice will cover for the bad beat.

  2. The rapper and the other random voice? YES! Make sure that every time a rhyme is about to be said that there are suddenly two rappers rapping, it can even be the same guy! This is all about cutting corners.

  3. These are the Essential Terms to a Rap Song. Make sure you use the following words: streets, pimp, cock, dick, ho, rims.

  4. Make sure to use the rhyme: party, Bacardi.

  5. Make sure that you use poor grammar, and as many overnight slang terms as you can. Overnight slang is slang that has no basis on anything and is essentially a word you, the rap artist, make up. You can even use the Essential Terms to a Rap Song to make new slang words, examples: pimp-cock, dick-ho, cock-rims

  6. Very Important: Your rhyme scheme must hold up, regardless of whether the lyrics make sense. You can even use your overnight slang terms to complete a rhyme scheme, making your job even easier.

  7. Brag, Brag, Brag: Remember that you’re trying to anger other rappers so you can get shot. Getting shot makes for a great song. Actually just say that you’ve been shot, even if you haven’t.

  8. Remember, you are and always have been the original gangster, and now you’re back to defend your title from these ‘youngins’, despite you are roughly 22 years old and this is your first album.

  9. If you can’t think of a good catchy beat or tune to skyrocket you to the top of the charts, just steal someone else’s! Any beat or melody, from the 80’s or any era, will work. Also, don’t pay for the rights to a melody or beat, just slightly change one part of it. Remember: cut corners.

  10. Can’t think of anything to write about? No problem, just lie! Talk about how much money you have, how many ho’s are in the backseat, how you abuse these ho’s, where your hand is in relation to your penis, how big your penis is, how many people you’ve killed, etc.


Hopefully, this will help all those people out there that can’t get on American Idol because they are pure street rappers from the ghetto projects but can somehow afford ridiculously expensive clothing.
 
lots of love
 
amita
 
 
1월 1일

Crappy Sayings

Nothing quite gets me going like hearing some arsehole come out with some stupid saying, but when I do, I get so angry, my blood begins to boil.

“Money makes the world go round”

I’d be willing to bet that gravity probably plays a larger part in making the world “go round” than money.

What makes the moon orbit the Earth then? Good intentions? Fuck off.

“Money doesn’t buy happiness”

Hellz yea it does!! I personally believe that money buys the things and opportunities that lead to happiness. Let’s face it, money can buy you private medical care or even that new kidney from off the black market. Finding out that I’m not dying because I have large wads of cash would probably put a smile on my face at least.

Hell, money can buy you drugs, alcohol and hookers! I’m pretty sure there’s something there for everyone if you really look deeply enough into it.

“Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious”

Talk shit all you like, but nothing alters the fact that this bullshit phrase sounds like the sort of thing you get after a wild night out with some fucker that turns out to be a walking STI.

“The pen is mightier than the sword”

Is it now? I must have missed the part in World War II where we were dropping fountain pens on each other.

Taking matters seriously, the phrase means that better results can be achieved through communication as apposed to physical violence. It’s just unfortunate that it takes a few deaths before everybody remembers this cheeky little phrase.

“The best things in life are free”

What? Like AIDS? (thanks again Sean) No, as it happens, not all of the best things in life are free, such as these other not-so-fabulous freebies:

  • Cancer
  • Syphilis *cough*ISH* cough*
  • Genital warts
  • Herpes
  • Gonorrhoea *cough*ISH*cough* 
  • Chlamydia ".....and DIE!"

If anybody tried giving me any of the above, I’d ask politely for them to remove themselves from my presence.... with a flying elbow to the crotch.

 

lots of love

amita

12월 31일

anyone out there EMO?

 
enjoy!....actually...don't....
 
lots of love
amita
 
12월 14일

MAOAM FRUITINESS.

Sorry, I just need another opinion, does this look really wrong or is it just me? I still can't believe this is sold to kids!!!
 
 
My only hope is that they used protection.
 
lots of love
amita
12월 11일

Why Boobahs are f***ing EVIL.

I packed up and headed out on Saturday in search of something to write about. I visited shops, restaurants, and finally Toys R Us. In Toys R Us I headed straight for the creepy toys and it was there that I saw the face of the devil and heard his siren call. Packed among Barbie dolls, skipping ropes, and cheesy dancing animatronics was Zing Zing Zingbah. His evil orange skin and mouthless face beckoned to me like a whale to brine shrimp. As our hands first touched I heard his groans, meeps, and grunts and watched in horror as he gyrated around the box like Linda Blair about to shoot projectile pea soup out of her mouth.

In all of the shops I had visited this Boohbah beast was by far the scariest thing I had encountered. It would've scared the hell out of Hitler. My wide eyes slowly moved from Zing Zing Zingbah to my poor cousin who had a look of disgust on his face as the creature finished its orgy of movement and let out a single chirp wanting to be played with again. He watched silently as I grabbed the little doom cookie and headed for the checkout as quickly as possible. The trip to the cash register felt like an eternity and people were starring and gawking because every 10 seconds I was pushing Zing Zing Zingbah’s hand to make him do the humpty dance while he vocalized odd farting sounds.

 

 

I finally got home and I locked myself in the study to dissect this little hell-spawn. I didn’t question why it wanted to be sat on a Ouija board and have Pepto-Bismol poured over its head, I just did it. After much prying and tearing my little orange Boohbah was released from his cardboard prison so he could wreak hatred and angst upon mankind. To toy with my emotions even more Zing Zing Zingbah needed a microscopic screwdriver to open his battery compartment. Luckily, having just watched a crappy television programme about DIY earlier in the week, I was able to fashion the required tool out of a hair grip.  

With the batteries installed all of my hopes and dreams were pinned on watching Zing Zing Zingbah rip loose and do what a Boohbah does best…have an epileptic seizure. I was not disappointed as I pressed his foot and he ripped loose with a series of fart noises, chirps, and then the little bastard started dancing around to some fucked up Irish jig. He plays about 6 songs, does about 11 “dance routines”, and can summon the dark lords of hell if placed in the middle of a tin foil circle 3 feet above the ground. Zing Zing Zingbah also speaks Sanskrit and can translate Aramaic from the first dynasty.

 

I found Zing Zing Zingbah’s song and dance time to be rather disappointing because most of them average around 11 seconds in length. His “dance moves” were also pretty lame since he can only do two. The first resembles the Exorcist head spin or possibly a “head role” you would do to loosen up before going on an over-exerting killing spree through a downtown shopping center. The second appears to be some sort of squat-thrust or leg humping movemen. I understand these things were built for pre-schoolers, but you are almost programming the filthy sticky little tikes to develop ADD. Hmmm…maybe Playskool and the manufacturers of Ritalin teamed up on this project.

Overall I would say this Boohbah was one of the strangest purchases I have made, but I am damn sure I would never buy him again. He is interesting and I am sure he would be a conversation piece if I actually let anyone into my house, but until then I think he is going to sit on my computer monitor where I can keep a better eye on him. I have a sneaking suspicion that he might actually consume souls and could latch onto my neck if my back is turned to him too long. All i can say is, Boobahs are EEEEVVVIIILLLL so next time you go shopping, watch out for that creepy little orange thing following you, it could be an orange that has come to life, or it could be something worse.......don't say I didn't warn you...... 

 

 Lots of love

amita

 

12월 6일

For all you idiots out there who can never get it right...

Spongebob Squarepants Theme

Are you ready kids?
I said are you ready?
 

Whooooo lives in a pineapple under the sea

Spongebob SquarePants
Absorbent and yellow and porous is he
Spongebob Squarepants
If nautical nonsence be something you wish
Spongebob Squarepants
Then drop on the deck and flop like a fish
Spongebob Squarepants

 



Spongebob squarepants
Spongebob squarepants
Spongebob squarepants
Spongeeebob squarepaaants
12월 5일

Why having poor spelling and typing skills makes you an arsehole.

 

I’ll start off this article by saying that my English skills aren’t exactly the best, yet thanks to the Internet, I very rarely see anybody who is able to match the dog-shit excuse for text that I mash out using the keyboard.

People ask me why they need to type correctly and just like Batman would, I jump in with an objective reason why people need to type properly. *POW* *WHAM* *ETC* *FFS*

For example, if you happen to be chatting to your boyfriend over MSN (or some other idiotic chat program) and for some ridiculous reason you decide to tell him that he's "sweet", but instead, because of your stupidly poor typing skills you fuck it up and type "sweat" instead?

"You are sweat, darling."

It’s really not as nice is it? It may have also cost you your boyfriend.

This is just one of many examples why typing correctly stops you looking like an arsehole. The so-called Internet/SMS chat used to replace perfectly good words with one or two letter alternatives is a fine example of how to bastardise the English language, a feat usually only successfully achieved by the Americans. No offence.

The argument I hear every single time is that spelling words like you’re a fucking gibbon saves so much time. In response to this, I constructed a table to show how many letters you can save for each word using a few I chose at random:

Is it really worth making that small saving of an average of 2.3 letters per word even though it makes you look like the degenerative, incestuous shit garglers* that you obviously are?

* Apparently ‘garglers’ isn’t even a real word, but I don’t care because you just have to gargle copious amounts of shit to have such poor typing skills

On the other hand, the word ‘plz’ (That’s idiot for “please”) doesn’t even have a ‘z’ in it anyway. What the fuck were you tossers thinking?
The extreme lack of typing skills even goes as far as some arseholes just spelling words down right incorrectly for the sheer hell of it, such as “Hey” isn’t spelt “Hai”, or generally putting a ‘y’ where an ‘i’ should be. What kind of shit gargling behaviour is that?

Grammar

Grammar, that thing where you add stuff like commas, apostrophes, etc that can seriously change the entire meaning of a sentence, plus having to read a really long sentence without any punctuation is really irritating because it just is and you know this is a really long sentence and if I was reading it I would have passed out by now. Just like that.

WhY TyPiNg LiKe ThIs ReAlLy IsNt FuCkIng ‘CoOl’

If you can give me an objective view on why pressing down the shift key for every other letter is cool, then I’ll eat shit. It doesn’t look ‘fucking dope, yo’ to me and it takes about three days to write a sentence.

Wr1t1ng l1ke th15 15 al5o not fuck1ng ‘c00l’

What part of reading, writing and mathematics did you not understand in School? Alia knows more beter than this an she can't even multiply 6 by 6!!! I’d have at least hoped that you’d grasped the fact that English and Mathematics are not interchangeable. Typing with numbers for letters is about as cool as shitting your pants at a disco for retards. *cough* tara*cough*

тнιѕ ιѕ ѕтяαιgнт υρ кσσℓ αѕ fυск

Here’s the next thing that pisses me off: Using a perfectly good set of letters from some language, in this case, Russian and trying to make a supposedly cool MSN name out of it. Great, so it took you three days to pick every letter out using the Windows ‘Character Map’ and all you’ve probably done is manage to say your name and possibly even some shitty quote from a song or another awful quote about ‘being happy no matter what’. People, the only cool Russian I know is ish (hi ish) so quit it and give up, she's the coolest.

Conclusion

The amount of time saved from typing words like a dumbass are obviously wasted by the insane amount of time spent typing sentences or MSN names using stupid alternating capital letters, numbers for letters and/or Russian alphabets.

I have to say that poor typing, spelling and grammar skills are the AIDS of the Internet. Apart from one other thing *cough*tara*cough* 

I also believe that there’s no way anybody can say I am wrong about this. When you have people typing like I have shown above, you realise that you’ve got many countries full of native English speakers (UK/US/etc) who can’t even write their own language properly.

Am i wrong?

IM NEVER WRONG!!!!!

 

lots of love

amita

 

Why vegetarians need to **** off.

Vegetarians, one of the sectors of society that needs to be loathed, but the reasons for being vegetarian vary in their degree of loathability.

They can be split into the following categories:

  • Moral Reasons
  • Health Reasons
  • Preference

Moral Reasons

I spent a little time scouring the Internet in hope that I may become wise and realise that practising “Vegetarianism” might actually be a good idea, but after reading more bullshit than I could stomach, I finally stopped at this quote. This quote says how the human attitude towards pigs is somehow worse than what actually happens to them, do excuse the spelling, it’s in “American-English”:

“The most disheartening thing I saw was not what actually happens to them, but a lesson in human attitude. My neighbor and her little girl had stopped to talk to me.  She told me how much she and her daughter (age 5) loved the movie "Babe."  She was telling me that her little girl liked it so much, she was going to take her to see it again.  She then excused herself to go back in the house, as she was making her daughter a BLT sandwich and had just thrown the "bacon" (the B in BLT) on the grill.  I was at a loss.”

Now this is the obvious difference between enjoying a god damn film and enjoying a beautifully tasty slab of bacon, but “vegetarianism” with its lack of vital nutrients must lower the brains ability to function. I however, would personally eat my neighbours out of spite if they happened to be vegetarians.

This is one of my gripes about Vegetarians that should warrant them shutting the hell up as they can never seem to pull their heads out of their arses for long enough in order to make a rational thought process and then actually stick to it.

Health Reasons

Besides the moral reasons, many people turn into faggots because they want to lose weight or lower their cholesterol. Both of these ideas have more flaws than a lesson in College.

If you wish to lose weight, the lack of protein and other nutrients in your vegetarian diet would probably cause you to lose lean muscle mass, and as a result, you’d lose weight, and you’d probably end up looking not unlike that of Skeletor from He-Man.

If on the other hand you wished to lower your cholesterol, the amount of sugars in various vegetables by themselves can lead to having a higher cholesterol.

Basically, there are no health benefits from becoming a vegetarian.

Person Preference

This is probably the option I’m less likely to loathe, but still, you’re denying yourself the protein and other nutrients obtained from meat.

Vegetarians will admit that to get their RDA (Recommended Daily Allowance) of many of the vital nutrients, they have to take supplements, and I’m personally not surprised.

Statistics

Apparently, it takes 72 calories worth of fossil fuels to create 1 calorie of beef protein versus just 12 calories worth of fossil fuels to create 1 calorie of soy protein. An interesting statistic, one that is undeniably worthwhile in the right circumstances, but the reasons to keep eating beef, even though it’s using many more fossil fuels is the same reason I buy Coca Cola Coke instead of the Tesco brand; because it tastes a hell of a lot better.

To finish, I’d just like to say that Vegans are even worse and that they shall be abused in an article to be written at my discretion.

well im off to mc donalds

 

lots of love

amita

Merry Bullshitmas!!!

 

Whilst walking down town one day this week, I spotted what I could only describe as shops filled with utter bullshit. It would appear as though Christmas is just mere weeks away.

After a little research I can tell you that this assumption is indeed correct. We are actually just weeks away from the most finely tuned piece of bullshit I've ever seen next to Christianity itself. Fair play to whoever thought up that shit though.

Christmas fails to impress me to the point where I can honestly say that haven't even bothered to put up any decorations or a Christmas tree in my house for at least the last 5 years running.

Do I have some problem with Christmas? Yeah, it's not like I'm in it for the presents, I have no kids that I need to worry about (thank fuck for that) and I loathe the religion that Christmas was based around.

A merry christmas in my opinion is about as common as a shit-eating contest.

There are just so many bullshit elements to Christmas, it really is difficult to put them in any sensible order, but even so, nothing can be worse about Christmas than the exchange of presents.

The exchange of presents is the act of receiving some absolutely useless crap that you never asked for and that you'll never use with the shitty obligation to reciprocate the favour by giving them back something as equally useless.

It would be much easier if nobody bothered and just saved their cash. Fuck it, let's just cut the crap and go straight for the Christmas dinner. For your information, Christmas dinner just happens to be my silver lining in the shit-filled cloud that is Christmas Day

What is it about Christmas songs that go through me like a gunshot? As soon as I hear any of that bullshit, I realise that I'd rather lose the use of my ears  than have to put up with listening to them. Jingle Bells? Fuck that!!

Let's face it, Christmas is just a load of crap. Hell, even Jesus isn't impressed by that shit anymore:

Jesus

I reckon everybody should just boycott Christmas and perhaps do something more interesting like reading the Dictionary, polishing your shoes or watching paint dry.

 

lots of love

amita

 

11월 30일

anything's possible!!?! say that to someone tryin to slam a revolving door

if you are dumb enough to have faith in the human race, i beg of you, dont read on, u'll only get confused, as confused as a dog with no tail. poor dog. im just asking, wat is wrong with people today??!!!??? every1 is so godamn stupid, look as president (im queer) bush, he's such a dumbass!!!! so im gna do wat any normal person would do in this situation........im going to egg his house. that'll show him!!!! now, in order for this plan to succeed i need a lota people to help so tommorow night at 11, every1 meet outside kfc so we can teach that bitch a lesson!!! (an maybe get a burger or sumthin). c u there! :D
 
p.s. if you r one of the people that might be dumb enough to fall for this *cough*tara*cough* here are a few wise words:
 
"To do is to be." Descartes
 
"To be is to do." Voltaire
 
and
 
"Do be do be do." Frank Sinatra
 
note: this is all a bunch of crap, im jus bored and figured i shud write my first blog to pass the time, u've prob gt that by nw, well most of you *cough*tara*cough* lol
 
lots of love
amita
 
 
 
 
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