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Kulu4s Pet Peeves1: People who use an excessive amount of !'s and ?'s.
2: People who, on facebook or Myspace, put statuses that are to fucking long.
3: People who use caps to much.
5: Preps who do 1-4.
6: Preps who spell words like "Mii", "youhh", ect, instead of the real thing.
7: People who use the "" smiley.
8: People who think they know the internet, or anything about computers, ex. Girl 1: "OMG!! Today, facebook/myspace wasn't working right, so I was like 'Hey! Maybe if I turned the internet windowy thingy off, and back on, It'd work!'" Girl 2: "OMG!! Srsly? Girl, thats amazing." Girl 1: "Ikr? I'm so cool."
9: People who put something about "Loving their 'besties/sistah/bf/gf" in their statuses ALL THE GOD DAMN TIME.
10: People think their life is so bad because they didn't get that new pair of jeans.
11: People who use chatspeak to much.
12: Annoying little kids who think they now everything.
13: People who assume you're part of a sub-culture just because you wear black a lot a
The Rules of Life1. Homeless people are not allowed to skip.
2. Idiots are not acceptable in life.
3. No one likes people who are always happy. It's not normal behavior.
4. FWD's shouldn't be forwarded unless they actually have a point.
5. Mistakes should be encouraged.
6. Summer is the best time to have regrets.
7. Don't piss Jesus off.
8. Yell over people if you don't care what they're saying.
Unnamed Story :D I woke, startled, by the bright light around me. I heard humming, I could see dust particals hanging in the air.
What is this place?, I wondered. I could smell blood, rusty, salty smelling. But wait, I could smell more. The metal table I was on, the hospital cloths I was wearing.
My last memory was a small café in Seattle, Washington. I was there talking with my friend and he was talking about where he worked and how there was a space open for a new employee. After that, a car came crashing into the café, how cliché, when I blacked out. But this looked like no hospital at all. Steel walls, small door, a gient glass window, and then there was the IV stand. But there was some odd liquid in the bag flowing into my arm.
I took one year of medical school in community collage just for experience. In that one year I knew that this substance is different from what a gostipal wou
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