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Name: Sam Birthday: 6/23/1991 Gender: Female
Interests: jet skiing, dirt bikes, my bf matt who by the way is the BEST guy in the WHOLE world, modeling, fashion, anything fun i guess. lots and lots of music, fall out boy, seether, sugarcult, blink 182 , metallica, simple plan, the used, dashboard confessionals, green day, switchfoot, senses fail, goo goo dolls, gwen stefani, thrice,relient k,yellowcard, default, smile empty soul, taking back sunday, breaking benjamin, trapt, the killers, and many other bands!! caribou, starbucks, any place were they make coffee, softball, hockey, volleyball, gummie bears! and thats about it for now! Expertise: being me!
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Member Since:
7/29/2005
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| Guys! Hey! Tommorow is Thanksgiving!!! I hope u all have a BUENO thanksgiving and well heres some quotes for ya! Mwah... Samantha
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HEY. guess who- Ayat t- page took a while to load because of the icons below!! sorry,...just be patient with us! k..since u guys did an EXCELLENT job on commenting for a recent post.....Last time i checked it was 117 COMMENTS...GOOD JOB!!! here is a reward Reward-- 1) An X-TRA large quote post 2) A post with JUST ICONS!!
iCONS R BELOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (POST BELOW THiS ONE!_
QU0TEZ ;;
Shes a typical teenage girl -- angry - insecure - confused she wants to be told everythings gonna be alright, but she hates being lied to </3
Love is looking into his eyes, and forgetting about the world around you, it`s feeling his kiss hours after he`s gone, it`s seeing perfection when he`s standing beside you, && realizing every moment he`s not with you, is too long.
a heart is like glass ..dropped 0NCE, broken forever
and even if its pieces are put back together it will
never be the same.. </3
i hate it when my cell phone rings & [your name] doesn't show. i hate it when i hear our song it [kills me] long and slow. i hate the way you still smile at me even though [she's] at your side. i hate the nights when i'm all alone & all the times i [cried]. i hate the way you say my name or [just] the way you look. i hate the way i know you how i can [read you] like a book. i hate the way i don't hate you because i still [love] you so. i hate the way you'll never see & the way you'll [never] know.
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