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Name: Holly
Country: United States
State: Texas
Metro: Denton
Birthday: 8/19/1986
Gender: Female
Interests: ANDY SCOTT VAN WEY ,davey havok, tennis, fort worth, hollister, A & F, AFI, dior, paris hilton, food, Rome, MUSE, harold and kumar, fight club, goldfish, FROGS, twu, unt, dr.p, sprite, drinking, boys, party, party some more,more drinkin, my chemical romance, 311, brandnew, death cab for cutie, BILLY IDOL, Jack Johnson, cursive, JIMMY EAT WORLD, EXPLOSIONS IN THE SKY.
***VAN****
Expertise: playin tennis, gettin my game on, seein my sweet babe!!!!!
Occupation: Student
Industry: Art
Message: message me
AIM:  Afigoldfish
Member Since:
3/24/2004
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| almost a year later ay? funny... how much i have grown. well life is awesome... im still not back in school and could sadly care less..... just @ the beginning of last month which would b MAY Jessica Vargas and I took a weekend trip to New Orleans to go to JAZZ FEST.. where Kings Of Leon played...its a long story but Jessica meet one of KOL'S childhood friends practically family named Jeremy... something ( its French and all sorts of weird spellin and ..yea) so we end up meetin up with him.. and hes BEST BUDS with KOL's Cousin Tyson Followill who is BROTHERS with Nacho who is KOL's Guitar Sound man. we and up meetin Caleb Followill and Nathan Followill the 2 eldest brothers of the band... Matt and Jared were off doin their own thing.... Bar hopped with Caleb and Nathan, Nacho, Tyson, Jeremy , Jessie Bayley Nathans fiance :) sweet woman.... the trip was an amazing ONCE IN A LIFE time trip i loved it....
more detail later ... later = in like a year. haha i dunno
KOL in Cali Aug
KOL in Dallas Oct
KOL in Austin Oct
2009
cant wait hope i gat to say hello to NACHO and NATHAN again
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| sooo much has happen since the last time i wrote...... i should make this thing private..who knows who still reads this shit... im just on it to log in type and to remember shit.......... hum... ill make it private first before i go on.
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| no car today... let my mother take it....ever since last Thursday.. the 29th of may i have not been able to stop thinkin about Van..... 3 years now that i have known his.. that he has been in my life... in my mind from time to time.... how can one person flooding into ur life... and just .. BEEEEEEEEE there and make such an effect on another.
i wonder how long this second marriage is goin to last.... i wonder if hes gonn abe with her from now on.... for the rest of his life.... i dont see that happenin... i cant see that happening... and i dont think Van even sees that happening.... i wonder if i will ever see him again.... i want to say yes i will... maybe in a year.... maybe on the street.... i know he didnt want to stay in ft worth much longer....
Van makes me want to be better.... a better person... and better body... and better brain.
Van
Van
a now married man.... goin on round 2... his words make it sound like its a game....
"ill take 400
400$ will this work? i just have to give it one more shot"
one more shot...?
how does he do it... how does he do what he does to me... knowin that i am a 21 year old yea woman... who fell in love with him....
pop in , pop out
i guess thats the way it goes.....
They say people in your life are seasons
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| tue night... wed morn... made a poooor poooor choice... guess plan B was the way to go again... o well...
will always remember today... it sure was something else. life is pretty damn good though... the Fox and I seem to be doin better then usual.. haha and i dunno... i like em so much... yet not really sure if im gonna tell him about plan B... BAH .. i dunno.
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| so on the 3rd... either she sent him a
pic of herself with just her bra on.. or he took it... i was playin
with his phone gonna take a pic of myself... and after i did so.. saw
her on there... ew... oct.. 3rd... on a fuckin tue.. a day he was off.
how do i feel right now.... i dunno.. and im about to get in bed with
em.......sigh.. i think i need it /// us .. to be something... or..
forget it
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