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Date Posted: Fri, Oct 21 2005, 10:28pm PDT
Author: Karlie
Subject: (She was about to narrow her eyes and shoot a pointed retort such as "And just how do you suppose you know anything about my style?", but since she desperately wanted to get into that party, she bit back her scathing remarks and smiled instead.) Yeah, well it seems that both of us take time to check out the other's territory. (She didn't think he needed to know she was a designer, with his attitude he would probably just blow her off for trying to use him.. and since that was sort of what she was doing at this point she kept that tidbit to herself. Her eyes ran over his face, trying to read his reaction to her, all the while feeling like a complete poser, hating the fact that she was lowering herself- but she would do anything to get what she wanted.)
In reply to: Karlie 's message, "
They say I'm really sexy, The boys they wanna sex me
They always standing next to me, Always dancing next to me
Tryin' a feel my hump, hump, Lookin' at my lump, lump
You can look but you can't touch it, If you touch it I'ma start some drama
You don't want no drama, no, no drama, no, no, no, no drama
So don't pull on my hand boy, You ain't my man boy
I'm just tryin'a dance boy, And move my hump
" on Wed, Oct 19 2005, 5:29pm PDT


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  • He cocked his head, taking in her appearance once again before he pursed his lips. "You trying to get an invite, sweetheart?" He questioned, his voice low and pointed. "I don't think your dressed for this type of get together." He shrugged a little, finishing off his scotch. The stuff was cheaper then his usual choice and it was leaving a bad taste in his mouth. It wasn't that the girl in front of him wasn't pretty, she was and he would admit that but the issues was she had basically been posing on top of that car like a common porn star the first time that he saw her and first impressions stuck with him for quite some time. (NT) -- Nick, Sun, Oct 23 2005, 9:24pm PDT
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