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I am what I am. Not what you want me to be.
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Anything but an alien
Sagits=FashionistasIs it any wonder your
sign is represented by an archer? You always manage to hit a style bulls-eye no matter where you aim. For you, fashion is about reaching high and getting there. You combine a deep appreciation of costuming (after all, what is fashion about if not self-expression?) with an intellectual bent. In fact, you have an uncanny knack for predicting major movements in the fashion world, thanks to a combination of all the above attributes. Actually, the phrase self-starter suits you to a T, stylewise. Oftentimes, you can't find just what you need so you set out and make it yourself.
If that means scouring vintage and department stores and then stitching your discoveries together, so be it! (A sewing class might help, but you're such an innovator, you can probably figure it out on your own.) True, sometimes you can be
a bit too out there, but you do it with such a happy-go-lucky attitude that people
are dazzled by your sangfroid. You're blazing a new trail when it comes to design,
and you're willing to make a few mistakes along the way. We applaud your pioneering spirit! You're also an optimist at heart. That doesn't mean you wear your heart on your sleeve—or a happy face button on your shirt—but it does mean you always look for a cheery detail to brighten up your outfit. A splash of color or a whimsical piece of jewelry always adds some wit and whimsy to your wardrobe when it's least expected.
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Friday, February 29, 2008
You made this current smile carved on this lil' face, thanks.
Love is a game just meant to be played. Love is a phrase just overly clichéd. It's dominated by cheaters, players, and rule-breakers. Where three words often said are lies spoken by fakers. Love is a wish desired by so many loners. Love is a sight shown off by its owners. It's a sad pathetic world when love is only wanted, for the sake of having it, and for it to be flaunted. Love is a drug, addictive and strong. Love is a toy, and you're strung along. The endings are painful, yet again you will start, to end with more lies and tears, and another cruelly broken heart. Love is a reason to be treated like dirt. Love is an excuse, an excuse to get hurt.
3:08 AM
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