Cheater

Sometimes, you know, when you cheat, you do always end up getting hurt. It took me until now to realize that old life lesson everyone tells you when you're five. I mean why is it so hard to admit that you're wrong? Are you too stubborn, or are you just afraid? If you are afraid, of what? What are you afraid of? Why would you be scared? If being scared is what prevents you from dreaming or doing things you've always wanted to do, then why even bother? I guess, I don't know, I didn't even want that to happen. And what the hell am I talking about? Really, what am I saying? I don't even know the purpose of this post, the purpose of what I'm suppose to do. God is telling me to be a missionary, I don't want to be a missionary. I want to be a veterinarian, and he knows that more then anyone else could have ever known. So, why would he do that? That is my question, or better yet: those are my questions that need to be answered. If you know the answer to any of them, just contact me on my freaking e-mail. I'm sure you can find it, seeing as no one else has ever emailed me. Am I sinking into depression? Or do I just want to feel really sorry for myself, am I really doing it for the attention? What are those words, what did they mean when I typed them? Were they meant to hurt you? Were they meant to hurt someone else? I'm afraid I've met a roadblock, a roadblock I'm not able to move, ever. He doesn't love me, yes I know you've seen this before: 'Oh he doesn't love-' you don't love him, you like him okay? And I don't even feel like color coordinating like I normally do. Am I loosing my passion to write? Have I got no inspiration anymore? Did that sentence/question even make sense? Why do I type the wrong letters, but I know what I want to type? Why? Why does my left boob seem smaller then the right? Why does the right side of my back hurt? Why? Why do I ask these questions when I know all of the answers? You know why, everyone knows why, it's so clear to you but not to me right? Or is it clear? What is my answer? Do I even get to answer it? Did I inspire anyone besides myself or my friends? Do I even inspire my friends? Did I make them create such a lovely story or sonnet of words linked together to make sense? Did he ever even give me those glances I hoped he did? I know the answer to that one: No, no, no, no, no, no, no! No! None of these make sense anymore! I don't make sense, maybe I'm already dead and reliving my life is punishment. Maybe I secretly know I'm really going to hell, maybe I'm just saying that. Maybe I wished it to be true sometimes, maybe I did just say that? How do I point out the lies of my own thoughts - because I want to look good - and the truth? The reasons why I didn't even bother to mumble that. I don't even remember half of the things I wanted to write in the past week or so. I can't even keep track of myself. The summer is almost over, almost. And how did I live it this time? Differently, most likely, because I didn't want it to be the same? Or I just didn't know? Who really knows? Who actually bothers to write this? I do. Who actually bothers to read this? I don't know who. I don't know, I just had hopes for this. I wanted this to change lives or give someone who has nothing to do something to read about. Something real, something normal, something average, something beautiful so to speak. Something about me, the real me? Could it be that Margarita is just an alter-ego of myself? Not really, but it's possible, I've always had a name for my crazy imaginary side: Ace. Ace, you see, started when my friend did a role play. I joined in on the fun, and it became so much more. I became so much more. I could practically feel for goodness sake! But Ace didn't do that part, God did. He knew, for some odd reason, that this was going to change me. And it did, it did really change me. It helped me through the badness, so even if I leave tonight, I know I let my feelings out before I died with a grudge. This is not my final blog post, far from it. This is only the beginning, the beginning of something great.

Another Song

I know that someday,
That I'll come down that road,
And when I face my judgement, judgement day,
I know I'll never comeback to play.
No, the troubles getting father,
And I, oh I can't bare it anymore.
So, I will be found, yeah yeah, I will be found.
Someday I will be proud.

You take my pride,
But you can't take my life.
Oh no, you can't take my pride,
Cause I'm gonna be back with strife.

I, I see the waters ahead,
I can't see the cloud floating above me.
And I can see the love you gave to me,
And it's only for me to see.
I can be the love that you needed in the end,
Because you are the one I need.
No matter how many times I push you away,
I love you, I love you more than anything,
Even if I don't want to admit it.
I love you.

Father please, don't be too harsh,
Don't too rash on the world today.
Because when, their times comes,
They will face their judgement on that day.
And you can come to say.
Who goes, and comes into your place,
In your kingdom of love.
Someway, I'll admit my love.

You take my pride,
But you can't take my life.
Oh no, you can't take my pride,
Cause I'm gonna be back with strife.

I, I see the waters ahead,
I can't see the cloud floating above me.
And I can see the love you gave to me,
And it's only for me to see.
I can be the love that you needed in the end,
Because you are the one I need.
No matter how many times I push you away,
I love you, I love you more than anything,
Even if I don't want to admit it.
I love you.

Cause someday, someday, I can see you.
And when that day comes,
I'll will be, your love, yeah yeah.
I hope you can see the waterfalls,
Cause I can see what is ahead of you.
And you'll be alive once more,
Oh father, father please don't judge too hard.
After all they are all yours,
And you want the best, oh the best, oh the best,
For your little girl, for your darling boy.

Ooo Ooo Woah, oh yeah,
Father, father I love you,
Even though I make thing complicated.
I know you know that I love you,
Forever and always, because you're just you.

I can see, I can be anything I want.

Little Paws

Athena, a little white fluff ball of doom. That dog lowers your self-esteem, I'll swear to it. So what is today's topic? Well the realization of me being fifteen came up. Another one was the fact that in a few days I will be faced with my enemy. I'm not nervous for myself, I'm nervous for Haley. She is most definitely going to try and stop me from killing the boy. It's all his fault he's a player, little punk. Okay, fine, tall punk but none-the-less a punk. Punks rule the world, I tell you and one day there is going to be an uproar of punks in your school.

Kidding, they're all too nice. Riiiiiight... anyways, today's discussion consists of the future. And no it's not because I was watching it a few minutes or so ago. I know God, I'm not telling the complete truth and we both know what this really is about. Unrealistic crushes, right? Aha, I got it nailed, not him, it nailed you know - get your head out of the gutter! Actually I just finished watching Superman Returns, I highly suggest you watch it. I don't know why, but when I'm talking to you, bloggie, I feel at peace or happy or satisfied... or something along those lines. So basically I'm writing whatever pops into my mind. Like this question for example, I actually was planning to write that I thought of it earlier but had to put this down first so I didn't look like a complete idiot. Did you know this thing had a spellcheck? I know, FireFox has it too but the actual blog has one. That's convenient, I just asked my aunt how to spell that. So much for seventh grade spelling right? Is that seventh grade, I'm not sure I just picked something out. Something in my mind is bothering me, what is it?!

Oooh confess my sins? Okay well there are things I regret in the past but I'm not going to post them on the Internet where anyone can access them. Just because you're God doesn't mean you can control me, oh wait you can't! Sorry... that crossed the line of mortal and immortal (God). I wouldn't be surprised if God sent the lightning committee to strike me with five bolts of lightning. I can't spell at all today, I spell lightning two different way, even though I am going to change it very soon like right now. That's weird it didn't even say the spellings were wrong... Soon I am going to watch RV, my aunt says it's funny.

I hope so, and I forgot to turn off spell check. If I never went back to change my spelling of some words then you would be deeply confused because I tend to spell things write just in the wrong order. Most of the time actually I do that, like I did it here six times, yes I don't really know. And I don't have that good of a memory (at least for that) to figure out how many times I acutally went back and changed the letter around to make a word correctly spelled. That was a long sentence. Right now I'm going to check out Back to the Future.

Kay bye!

Forgotten

Ever feel forgotten? Like no one cared and when you finally confront them about it, they ignore you. It tells you who your real friends are. It also tells you who to trust. I feel betrayed, I mean if I'm not your best friend then just say it. Don't leave me like this, not that you would care. Are you embarrassed of me? Is that it? Because that would also prove eight or more of friendship is fake. Go ahead, be with your friends and then I'm dead the next day maybe you'll rethink telling me in the first place.

I haven't been suicidal in a while, but now I feel as if you cut me now I wouldn't feel a thing. The wanting in my arms right now, my mind saying to cut them, cut them. I won't, I'm too scared, sometimes I wish I have the courage to do so. Other can, why can't I? Soon, soon I will. Maybe not today, but soon, I can feel it. I just need one more thing to push me. I hope that comes soon, I want to leave. Hell isn't worth this, but is Heaven? A perfect world is scary. I wonder if we will still be able to love. Can we laugh in Heaven?

I feel as if someone could stab me and I wouldn't feel the abnormal pain, I would laugh maybe. I know I make fun of those 'emo' people but now I feel closer to them. Perhaps a hypocrite maybe, it doesn't matter now. The love of my life has a girlfriend and forgot to tell me, my 'friends' aren't my friends, my extended family constantly pushes me away. No one would care, it hits you in the face when you realize that you'll always be forgotten. Tonight I wish for strength, the strength to give up my dreams, potential love, and so-called 'friends'. This is my confession, I'll confess to anyone. I'm not looking attention mind you, I'm looking for help. Anyone can help me, I need it.

I need the knife, I need the pain, I want to cry! But my body or mind or something won't let me do it! Why not, why the hell not!? Why won't anyone let me cry, all those people, all of them silently judging me because I'm different. Because I have a personality, do you think you're helping me? You're all bitches and bastards, and you'll always be that way.

You may ask, what's holding you back? Just do it, no, I'm holding myself back, because there's that small hope that someone will pull through. No one is going to pull through this time. I'm alone, secluded from people. I want to be dead, I want to be alone, I wish to die. But you won't let me. You would insult me even when I'm dead. You wouldn't care really, you wouldn't even shed a tear, you would laugh. I've been taken advantage of too many times before, and now I'm sick of it, I know my purpose now. Waste of air, waste of space. I'm done, you win, I'm finally finsihed with you, and with everything else.

Something Else.

You're breaking hearts,
Not that long ago when you had mine.
Swtiching on and off like you don't care,
Tell me, were any before me?
Don't waste your breath on lies,
Tell me, is she just another fly?
Do you know how this feels?
Could you just be real?

There's something else,
I can see it through the lies.
Why can't you see...
You're nothing more me.

I am stronger now,
She is something else,
I know you love her more then I ever could.
I know she tells you that everyday,
I need to know is she nothing else?
Or is she someone else?
How long have ya known her?
When will you tell her it's just a fling?
Tell me, is she something?

You can't break me,
I am invincible,
She doesn't look too strong for words,
To say, I think she's a goner.
We could have been,
And you know we should have been.
You know I'm not strong enough,
You know who I am.

There's something else,
I can see it through the lies.
Why can't you see...
You're nothing more to me.

I am stronger now,
She is something else,
I know you love her more then I ever could.
I know she tells you that everyday,
I need to know is she nothing else?
Or is she someone else?
How long have ya known her?
When will you tell her it's just a fling?
Tell me, is she something?

Is she something?
I know, I know that she's just another girl.
(I've known)
I know you lover her more then me,
(more then me)
She tells you lies,
She has been cheating your life.
(cheating, cheating)
But could you tell me:

Is she something else?
Is she someone I should be worrying about?
I know who I am,
(I know who I am)
And I've known,
She's been there the whole time.
Can't you please stop lying to me,
I know it's hard for you,
You little bastard, I see you now.
For who ya are, for what you've been.
Now I know I haven't been cheated,
(I haven't been cheated)

Something else
(Tell who ya wanna be)
She can't be anything more,
Tell me please,
(Tell me you know the answer)
You know the answer.
Just give me some justice,
(Give me some justice)
Is she something else?

Song

I never thought this was how I was going to put out my first song, but that's okay. He doesn't deserve me, that's what they said, I should have listened to them. This is the last time I'll let him in, the last time I say good-bye. This is to him and to anyone else who had a problem like this: I don't want to talk, I don't want to even speak to you. I can safely say that I hate you right now. I know you'll listen to me, because that's what we do. Without further ado, my song.


The last time we talked,
The time we walked together.
The blanks are filled and my heart is better,
You can't tell me, you can't say a word.
I know, you know, that I'm gonna be okay.
Even if we changed the past,
We'd still be in the same old situation.
So here is my petition:



I don't wanna be like this anymore,
I don't need you forevermore.
Even if we tried to walk that line,
I still would have been inclined.

You can't undo the things you said,
The things you did,
Those things you do and all more.
You can't change the past,
These things are done and my life gone,
You won't controll me anymore,
You won't let me go,
And as far as loving you gets, I'm done.
Yes I'm done.



Even if we could have wished it,
Even if you wanted a friend,
We both know I wouldn't been.
For some odd, I wanted what I couldn't have.
And this is the last time,
I walk with you, and this is the time,
I take all that grime you gave to me.



I don't wanna be like this anymore,
I don't need you forevermore.
Even if we tried to walk that line,
I still would have been still be inclined.



You can't undo the things you said,
Someday you're gonna bring home that bread.
But when you do, just know I'm not,
I'm not gonna be with you.
So rip me up, and put me away.
You won't controll me,
You won't let me go anymore.
As far as loving you can get,
I'm done, yes I'm done.

Even when we walked those lines,
We were confined,
We were silently judged on the fact,
The fact that we could have been.
I should have been with you.

Break me once and you get a puzzle,
Break me twice and you get maze,
Break me thrice and I'll let you go.
This is the third time,
I'm convinced, I've been ignoring all the signs.
And you're guilt isn't helping you anymore.
Let me be, I'll never be without you.



I'm done, yes I'm done.
I'm gone and without you forevermore.

A Way Out

Is it any wonder that when we are at breaking point, we consult the simplest things? Being away from my actual life has taught me something, I have people who love me. Not just that, I have people who want me with them. I have people who would walk 9.67 miles just to see me and know I would do the same for them. Of course we would be prepared, but that doesn't matter now, no one would matter then. Now I've realized that no matter how many problems you come across in a relationship you'll always pull through.

Whether it's because they're far away, maybe because you can't see them anymore, or that now that you have them; they lost your interest. Road blocks in a relationship of any kind appear, it doesn't matter how far you would go if they can't even meet you half-way. I think it's because I've really experienced this and actually hurt so badly. When you miss someone, you realize how much to love them, how much you care for them, how much you need them, and how important they really are in your life. If you ever took the time to appreciate them, especially when they're gone, you'd realize how many life lessons they told you. Could it be possible that the personality of a person depends on who is their friend? Their personality and their friend's personality mixed together makes them whole, like a complete person.

I think I just found out what makes people human, and how to accept them for who they are. Perhaps I should save that for another time.

Signing off,
Margarita

About Marmalade

The blockie dudes only mean one thing! Story time! This is Marmalade, I guess you could say she is a little child of mine. Her story? What is her story?

Once apon a time... Yes I'm serious now pay attention! Anyways... once apon a time, there was a land. This land only contained straight objects, so to express love the creatures of that land had to give something truly unique for each person that they loved. So these creatures kept their heart protected, some were poor, some were rich, and some were just average.

This lovely little blockie was average, normal. But she was missing something, something for a while. Everyone else had someone to care for even if it was family, then she found someone who she loved. He did not love her back, she knew in order to win him over she had to find something that no one had ever imagined before.

So she did the only thing she knew, she prayed to the Holi. The Holi was very wise and provided for those who needed it, though no one has seen him, he was surely there. When she prayed, she wished for something to help her get the boy she only loved.

Eventually her prayer got answered personally, one of the Holi's followers told her that he was still thinking. So she waited, she waited for a long while, until finally after two long months of waiting, the Holi figured out something to say. He came to her in a dream.

"You love this boy right?" The Holi's voice rang through her dream, she just nodded, for in this dream she was unable to speak, "Then you must know, you are very special, no one ever had one of my followers come down to speak to anyone personally. And you're speaking to me. You are truly special and don't forget even if he doesn't love you, I always will." Marmalade just nodded slowly, "Tomorrow confess your love for this boy." She just nodded.

The next day, Marmalade went to this boy and confess her love for him. He stared above her head. She threw her arms up and finally said, "I love you! There is nothing else to say!" At that moment a heart appeared and she felt it, smooth and not straight. Her miracle swayed this boy, he said he loved her too but didn't have any special, "Even if no one else loves you, remember I always will," She said that more to the Holi then to him.

The End.

Margarita Confronts the World Problems

I decided that my blog deserved a random segment where I bashed on today's problems such as: Global Warming, the War on Iraq, Our fascinations with celebrities, Infomercials, Reality Shows and other Television subjects,Britney Spears, today's drug use, Myspace & more.

Today's first discussion,

Global warming:
It seems like Al Gore's 'An Inconvenient Truth' has started a brand new breed of conspiracies that the world is ending. I just have one question to ask: Why? I mean if the world was going to end because of carbon in the air I think you're a little too late. We 'pollute' the air by breathing, by farting, and by driving our strollers. It seems to me that Al Gore, who was almost our president, is lacking logic. To think he was going to be our president. This now leads me to our next subject:

The War On Iraq:
Oil, oil, oil; you're here to take out oil and it's taking you five freaking years to do it. Right... besides the lack of logic in that statement we have been making progress on the war. By having the house of representatives turn to democrat only to stay in Iraq. Gee America maybe you didn't realize that we have to stay there for the country to help it so they don't end up blowing Synagogues.

CNN Slip-ups.
A few months I believe, I lost track of the date because the media wouldn't stop talking about Anna Nicole Smith. Yes she finally died, said an anchor woman for CNN. Don't worry this isn't the first time CNN's anchor people have insulted a person. Dick Chaney had an 'X' on his face during an important press conference on television. CNN describing it as a 'glitch' in the system was highly unlikely but America believe it. You're stupid America you really are.

Celebrities:
CNN was not the only one getting 'caught' for being appalling, as if it were an everyday thing, celebrities do it all the time. They insult each other, whine about not having cheese, and by a ridiculous amount of clothes everyday. Anna Nicole Smith finally did die, what's strange it that other female celebrities like Lindsay Lohan, Nicole Richie, and Paris Hilton have not died yet from drug overdose as if they're not taking any. Yeah, right... Speaking of Nicole Richie, she's prego with her boyfriend's baby. It's good thing she's in rehab and currently cutting down her ten pills a day to only five pills a day, it's a miracle if that baby is perfect. As for Paris Hilton's best friend, yes they finally settled the mystery dispute. It seemed pretty noble of them that they didn't say anything about what happened, some people even suspected that they were just pulling it off as a publicity stunt. Paris Hilton went to Jail originally going for 65 days but instead went for 23 days instead for good behavior. Gee, I never knew that you could tell if a person was being 'good' for three weeks. If that wasn't enough Paris has now become religious supposedly. I understand if she is serious about this but if this is just a publicity stunt more people will be angry with her.

Myspace and drug use:
Myspace parents have now taken so much action on the Internet I'm starting to wonder if they'll start a cult. Cult or not Myspace is becoming more and more popular by the second. Everyday thousands join the site with friends, family, music artist, comedians, and business. Which leads to drug use, now that kids spend more time on Myspace they have gotten into drugs. Parents would also like to sue Myspace for making their child a whore, she was a whore before and she'll be a whore without it. As for the drug use your parenting skills suck and I suggest you communicate with your children more. On myspace people have this stupid pictures with phones, nothing but bras, and drink alcohol most of the time. And yet parents blame myspacce for allowing their kids to drink alcohol. It's not like myspace supplied it, so thus it shouldn't be blamed. Face it, parents messed up so they must come to it and get over their selves.

Television:
Ever since the 90s reality TV has become widely popular. I bet most Americans can name at least ten. Charm School, Flavor of Love, Scot Baio, Survivor, Big Brother, The Real World, Made, Bam's Unholy union, Fear Factor, American Idol, So you think you can dance, My Super Sweet Sixteen, and much more. Infomercials have taken over the TV it's just selling stuff now, no ads for saving the music or world peace, just buying and selling.

Britney Spears:
She has done it all, from Justin to cutting her hair. This chick is crazy, she has her hair cut off and got a tattoo in place. Her fashion sense blinds you forever and she almost killed her child. Britney Spears, she can't seem to stay away from the camera much. She also put a towel around her head, accepted a candle while Jessica Simpson went into the wrong car and posed casually. Britney Spears is just weird and it's safe to say she's on something.

McDonald's:
People have been suing McDonald's because their kids are fat because their parents gave them money and let them chose where to eat. Hmm, that's not weird. Moms of America, we love you but you're a little too nosy for your own good. America's system has been too loose, they need some restriction for the rules of suing someone. Example, if your kid gets fat because you gave them money to go to McDonald's don't sue them for you're own mistake and blame yourself you little cowardly mother.

That's enough for today.

James Bond moment

Okay, I don't care if you wish to shoot me right now and bury me in a shallow grave. But last night I went all secret agenty, and I was thinking 'This is your chance! How many people actually have fun with sneaking on the computer?' Well I did.

Around 11:32 PM

I watched the fan go around and around and aroooooooooooound and around and around and aroooooooound and so on and so forth.

Then I jumped out of my creaky bed of doom. I actually put my hands as a gun and crouched down and went ALL the way on the other of side of the house to see the light on. Then I RAN back and dived under the covers of my creaky bed.

Around 11:50
I needed chap stick, and I was positive someone was in the kitchen. So, being me I decided to go all James Bond with the chap stick. After I got my chap stick I'm positive the light went on so I dived under the covers once again.
I decided to investigate - with my hands in fake gun mode - and chap stick in hand and I turned the corner to reveal half naked people. I nearly hyperventilated right there on the spot. Lucky my adrenaline just made me excited, like SUPER excited.

Within that 13 minutes I waited for mystery person to go back to bed and then I made the move to grandma's for the first time. I turned the knob slowly and it feels like someone is pushing on it, I checked. She's asleep, when I shut it, it made a loud noise so I ran for it for the second time that night.

12:03

I'm checking on my grandma for the second time because I heard someone coughing, it was mystery person number three. I crouched down and hid behind various walls until the coast was clear. My feet padded on the kitchen floor, I decided carpets are my best friends. I made the door make another obnoxious sound before confirming I had to hightail it out of here. So for the third time I ran for it.

During that 57 minutes I managed to get on the computer without any interuptions. I think I went to bed one something.

Mission accomplished.

Brighter

When you wake up in the morning, what are you thinking? What is that first thought that pops into your head? Some think that they will remember that and see which thought pops into their head in the morning. The truth is that when you wake up, that's the thought you're thinking about. So, how will we know the truth? What is the truth exactly? The truth I've only known is God. That's my truth. Most people don't even think about what they are told is true or not. They always go back to the Golden Rule: if the TV says it, it must be true. The question that arises now is, how do we know fact from fiction? Or is fiction fact and fact fiction? I've never pondered about this until now, right now.

I don't seem to know,
And I don't seem to say.
If I could, I would blow it all away,
If you were here to stay.

Our sanity depends on knowing what the truth is, and how we get it. But the real inquiry is if anyone really deserves to know. Some people may think, 'Well I'm good, I listen to my parents, have good grades, and I don't do drugs.' So? There are plently of people who are like that but don't deserve it. Even if they listen to their parents once, if they got a B+ on their Math test, or if they didn't smoke pot; would they really deserve it? No, now that I've confessed to the truth. They haven't.

Welcome to Margaritaville!

You are now entering Margaritaville...

Okay just kidding my children of the worldly world. Wow, that does sound cheesy. Speaking of cheesy, I keep typing 'cheesy' as 'chessy'. My mind doesn't want to type today, oh well... I guess I'll have to give you a proper introduction.

My lovely,

You have now embarked on a journey that will not only teach you something, but I'll learn more about myself I suppose as well. The television shows get more and more confusing everyday, strange enough I like it. The only reason why I'm bringing up the subject of television is because I'm watching it. Okay well, not exactly watching it right now. But the television is on and the show appearing was odd to say the least. Now Charm School is being showed on my TV right now. I don't get why people always use abbreviations. It gives off the impression that you're too lazy to write a complete sentence, normally. Normally a person wouldn't write, better yet say things like that. What is even weirder is the fact that they actually made a commercial for it. Any of this ring a bell? Perhaps a cellphone maybe, okay that was cheesy (hah! I got it right this time!). You're probably thinking 'congrats', sarcastically of course.

Today's discussion includes-

• My back pains
• Whores
• My cute little blockie dudes.
• Questions?

First of all, dudes, aren't my little blockie dudes cute?
Why yes Margarita, they are. Exactly, that's what I thought. I love pictures, I love photography, and most of all I love pixels =]. The orange one is Tangie, the blue one is Marmalade, and the pink one is Chris. Yes the pink one is a boy, I know. Original right? Well, I am always heading for the cliche, stupid silly cliche. Who came up with that word anyway? Did they decide to put an accent mark after clique? And you know, change the spelling along with it. But I have a point. My back, yes my back I'm getting off topic today so I have to stay on topic as long as I can. It hurts, my tailbone hurts, my back hurts in general. Eventually I'll get it fixed, but for now I'll live with the aches and pains of my life. Speaking of pains... whores, sluts, bitches, whatever you may call them. I call them pains, because quite frankly all they do is complain about doing work. Wah, there now can we please move on? Blah, blah, blah, they want me dead. Who cares? No really who cares if you want me dead, because if you actually say that in life you'll get arrest and I'll see to it that you'll never get out of a detention center. I do not like their behavior. Using hate veyr loosing is something you shouldn't do because then people won't know if you're just playing or being serious.

That's enough for today.

Now leaving Margaritaville...

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