tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90750194486422212682011-07-08T11:22:25.026-07:00Ali-Babahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250621137432563194noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9075019448642221268.post-90265540320569718942009-06-09T20:24:00.000-07:002009-08-12T19:58:09.979-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KvkWhnp8dxg/SoOABf6DkrI/AAAAAAAAACs/aVFr12QURKQ/s1600-h/16.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 252px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369275943988990642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KvkWhnp8dxg/SoOABf6DkrI/AAAAAAAAACs/aVFr12QURKQ/s320/16.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KvkWhnp8dxg/SoN_9KZMBHI/AAAAAAAAACk/h-9BAMrszvo/s1600-h/103.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369275869494510706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KvkWhnp8dxg/SoN_9KZMBHI/AAAAAAAAACk/h-9BAMrszvo/s320/103.jpg" /></a><br /><div><div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 346px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345546082405176898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KvkWhnp8dxg/Si8x1ww91kI/AAAAAAAAACU/IMMeZSfj7Yk/s320/1277614934_264dd9646b.jpg" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;">Teenagers should not be having casual sex. Save that shit 'till your balls drop and you grow some pubes. Or, maybe I'm just being anal about all of this. I don't know. But, I do know that I do not want a penis near or around my face.</span><br /></div><br /><br /><div> </div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9075019448642221268-9026554032056971894?l=desasmodernas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ali-Babahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250621137432563194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9075019448642221268.post-16148472997507823352009-06-03T21:26:00.000-07:002009-08-12T19:41:07.522-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KvkWhnp8dxg/SiysxV7JlrI/AAAAAAAAAB0/HmJu_UY3Tuw/s1600-h/skins.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344836821480740530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KvkWhnp8dxg/SiysxV7JlrI/AAAAAAAAAB0/HmJu_UY3Tuw/s320/skins.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Why, cruel world, why?!</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">It's about summer vacation now and I do not have a job or anything to do over the summer. I need a dank ass whip, but I am lacking a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">license</span>. And a permit. Sigh, procrastination never seems to get me anywhere.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I'm not really talented at anything. I might take nice pictures of myself, but plenty people do. I seem to not do a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">mediocre job</span> when I try very hard, but I never do great at things. My future is unclear and I honestly do not believe I will ever come close to succeeding in life.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9075019448642221268-1614847299750782335?l=desasmodernas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ali-Babahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250621137432563194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9075019448642221268.post-2999119835545510212009-03-05T14:21:00.000-08:002009-08-12T19:42:03.795-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KvkWhnp8dxg/SbBRjho4zxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/3uF27lpZchs/s1600-h/underwater9.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 258px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309833631436951314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KvkWhnp8dxg/SbBRjho4zxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/3uF27lpZchs/s320/underwater9.jpg" /></a><br /><div>-I'd much rather just sit here in front of this screen, refreshing each page every minute. </div><div>-Whenever I see a picture of someone submerged in water, it makes me feel like I can't breathe.</div><div></div><div>-I don't like it when people are like "I hate preps and jocks." Because most of the time, these are the people who say they hate labels. Hypocrites, all of them! And what's so wrong with people dressing in shirts with collars, being cheerleaders, or tackling others. They probably have horrible personalities, but we don't live within the television screen. Everybody is just trying to be accepted. Who gives a shit, we need friends. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9075019448642221268-299911983554551021?l=desasmodernas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ali-Babahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250621137432563194noreply@blogger.com0