rock with you.

Happy Birthday, Michael.

It's sad that the King of Pop exists now only in our memories.

paparazzi.

Snow Leopard FTW!

love drunk.

The head of my bed, where my pillow rests, is right underneath my bedroom window. When I open the window, the most delightful warm breeze enters my room. Sometimes I wish I could spend the rest of eternity laying in bed underneath the summer breeze, as it traces across my face. It makes me feel like I'm in the Bahamas :/

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good girls go bad.

It was exactly a year ago last night.

Right now, in this moment, is the only time I will ever dwell on it. I got over it moments after it happened -- forgiveness was the first emotion I felt, and continue to feel. I will never let the memory of this haunt me again. That one bad experience will never again dictate my mental state ever again.

waking up in vegas.

I hate to sound like a music snob, but I hate it when people are all "OMG!! Teh TING TINGS!!!!1 Have you heard them yet???"

Shut up, jackass. I've been listening to them for over a year now - well before you realized what their name was, or wasn't. You didn't "discover" them - they've been around for a while, and some of us aren't bandwagon fans and can name more than one song.

i gotta feeling.

"Disaster Zone: Volcano in New York" is the worst made-for-TV movie ever. Ever.

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fire burning.

SHARK WEEK!!!!