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[13 May 2004|10:08am] |
AHM.
'SCUZE ME O___o
.. I changed journals again. ohmygod. Second announcement D:
kairchan
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[05 May 2004|04:52pm] |
Moving back to kairchan
I'm sorry, guys. I just love that journal.. it holds a lot of memories for me, you know? :D Yay for fun journals!
See you on the other side, whoosh.
-Kari
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[03 May 2004|06:43pm] |
Okay, here are samples of the Full moon layouts I've made. quistyneko, selphish, demonshadow0387, and forgoten_ninja asked to see them, so here they are! :D
If you want one, please let me know =) If you want me to make one SPECIFICALLY for you, feel free to ask. Just post here with the link to the picture you want me to use, and any text you want on the image as well as color schemes :) I make all sorts of layouts ^^
Here we go!
Layout 1 (And my current layout) Layout 2 Layout 3
Sorry the last two are a little crappy, I didn't do a very good job because I was hurrying to get the screenshots :) By the way, these are override layouts, so you don't have to pay for me to make your livejournal pretty ^_^
Oh! .. and if you'd like a matching 'Friends only' image, I make those too :D
Friends only image example 1 Friends only image example 2
If you want one, please post here with descriptions, reqests, etc!
-Kari
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[02 May 2004|08:35pm] |
I have three Full Moon wo Sagashite layouts I've made within the past three days. If you want one of these, please post here, and I'll show you the screenshots :)
-Kari
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[19 Apr 2004|04:23pm] |
On the mantlepiece, next to Kudra’s beloved silver teapot, a word had been written in the dust! Yes, someone using a fingertip as an implement, had plowed a graffito on the surface of the marble, where the dust lay thick as fur.... The word was a transitive verb, an exclamation, a command, of which an exact English translation is impossible. The closest equivalent would be the phrase: ’Lighten Up!‘ Lighten up, indeed ... Erleichda ... lighten up!
-Tom Robbins; Jitterbug Perfume
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| CHRIST I PAID TOO MUCH MONEY FOR THAT TRIP TO EUROPE |
[19 Mar 2004|01:05pm] |
AMBULANCE CRASH
HERE I SIT, LOOK AT ME. A CASULATY OF MY ENDLESS SUCCESSION OF NEEDS AND DESIRES, ONLY ESCAPING FOR A MOMENT TO DEVOUR WHATEVER LOST SOUL FEEDS ITS MOMENTUM INTO THIS, GLASS MACHINE. WRITE A LITTLE LOUDER AND THE WORLD MIGHT HEAR YOUR BULLSHIT, TALK A LITTLE SWEETER, AND THEY MIGHT CARE. YOU SEE IT'S AN EASY WORLD OUT THERE, IF YOU'RE JUST LOOKING FOR A CAR CRASH TO ADMIRE THAT IS. TWISTED STEEL AND BROKEN BONE BECOME THE ART OF A DAMNED MIND, SO COOL TO HIDE THE EXPRESSION OF YOUR LUST FOR ANOTHER EYEFUL OF SOMEONE ELSE'S UNLUCKY SLIDE SHOW. YES, LIFE IS JUST ONE RUN-ON SENTENCE AND I CAN GO ON AND ON AND ON... BUT I WON'T... UNLESS YOU'RE BUYIN'!
-Jason Cruz; Strung out
MAKE LOVE TO GOOD FRIENDS
I want to pretend, Shake hands with ambassadors, Make love to good friends, Trade revenge to open ends. Cut cards with the holy ghost, Eat stems off the Lotus tree, Toast to life till I can focus! A beautiful world hovers before us. Come touch and gel with truth, So free other are invisble to meeeeee, I walk through them to bring peace and relief. A lonely soldier to rally the dream, Cast a spell with a whisper, Turn tricks in the hall, Let men touch my body, Let women have a ball. Walk tightroped smoking ciagrettes, Grab others as they fall. Remind them of beauty and a short night of lust, Trust no one to listen. You are love dipped in blood, Drip on mouths of stone. Form taste on their tongues, Put love in their lungs, Unleash passion from trees, Dance naked in the breeze, When I feel you I feel peace.
Jon Orison; Oris
JESUS & THE SHARP, ELECTRIC STAR
Gemut -- Livingston Burgundy 5.99, 2 for 10, we're here in together anti-vitamin and the crudest form of nutrient "you can't hold it againt them" she said. she believes that all those who suffer from life as from an illness are in the right the woman in the lobby stares me down mocking and unconcerned. In california news anchors all look like they were plucked from a 3-some porno scene you've got one hot slutty vixen type one down from her is the short hot business woman. in between them is an orange colored 3 piece suit white haired and 50 something - witty with a tired dirty smile. the man staying next door plays his radio just loud enough so you can tell there's something really close _ _ _ on. When this whole thing started all i had was a name - now there's a definition and a reason. the more i expect, the harder things are. jesus & the sharp, electric star.
-Anthony Green; Saosin
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