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Brittainy
| Main blog: | PeNuT's Journal | | Birthday: | June 7th | | Gender: | Female | | Occupation: | Artistic / Creative | | Education: | High school, Some college | | Religion: | Atheist | | Race/lineage: | White / Caucasian | | Location: | United States, North Carolina |
| Body Size: | Average | | Height: | 5' 6" (168 cm) | | Eyes: | Hazel Green | | Vision: | Contact lenses | | Hair Color: | Black | | Hair Style: | Ever Changing | | Skin Tone: | Pale | | Best Feature: | Eyes | | Clothing Pref.: | Thrift Store | | Tattoo Info: | Home done ones only. | | Piercing Info: | I have alot. :) | | More Details: | I'm LAME. :D |
| Relationship Status: | Single - Involved | | Family Info: | They all suck? | | Sexual Preference: | Bisexual leaning toward Men | | Astrological Sign: | Gemini (May 21 - June 21) | | Existing as: | Human | | Exercise: | Walking to the car only | | Your Home: | Live with pets |
Pretty stuffs.
Mood: (YAY)
Music: None.
About time for some of my current favorite pretty girls I've seen around the internet:
Anyways, how cute are THEY? I have my own house. I have my own SHIT. I'm happy, I'm working, but I almost died in a car crash, where I beat my feet legs, arm and head up pretty bad. 60 into a rock face, I fell asleep. I have no time anymore to write, but I will say that I check my myspace more often. Anyways, later.
XOXO -P
A long time running.
Music: Cryptopsy - Dead And Dripping
Mood: (Sleepy Fucker)
I'm alive. I'm happy. And really not on the internet right now, sorry. I'll write a big ol' damn entry when I get time. Thanks guys!
-Penut
Mustard Man!
Music: Velvet Acid Christ - Collapsed
Mood: (Crabby)
When Mega came to see me at work just now you would have thought I would have been happy my old best friend I grew apart from came to see me. Instead, I feel almost ashamed to say I feel abandoned by everyone. All of my friends don't mesh well with me anymore. I feel so much older now, with a rock on my finger, living on your own, working. One of my old friends doesn’t have those concerns right now; She's still looming over another year of high school. I also can't deal with my friends drama. The two faced ways about...
Plaid High Heels.
Music: Tanning Beds humming.
Mood: (Mellow)
So, we had our final band concert last night. I cryed, not in the little dot your eyes and smile kind of way, but in the full on gross looking way that makes people feel awkward. I did it mostly when I got home, but none the less I did. We gave Mr. Drum a card. Yeah, I know that dosn't sound like much, but we also gave him $40 to go and see Pirates 3. It was quite a task actually because I had to get every band member to sign it in one day. Andrew wouldn't do it; I really don't know why but either way it got done, blah blah.
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