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Name: mya
Country: United States
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Birthday: 4/15/1989
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Friday, August 26, 2005

what is up with this house party craze everyones having a party and i CANT ATTEND THEM ALL its like hey you  come to my party hey wait come to my party dont forget about my party you cant go to their party you have to come to my party and my parents are all MYA STOP HAVING FRIENDS

ive got like four lined up in the next week

i have never been so popular in my life

*edit* hey alexis i came across that one about the woman who was mutilated before she died. sick. also, anyone working on the euro packet this will totally brighten up your day. i was doing question 12 and i realized that sans means without in french so i looked up culottes in my french dictionary, and the sans culottes political faction means without panties. how great is that.


Thursday, August 18, 2005

AHHH this song is the SHIT

What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside your trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely little lumps. Check it out

I drive these brothers crazy,
I do it on the daily,
They treat me really nicely,
They buy me all these ice-ys.
Dolce & Gabbana,
Fendi and then Donna
Karan, they be sharin’
All their money got me wearin’
Fly brotha I ain’t askin,
They say they love my ass ‘n,
7 Jeans, True Religion,
I say no, but they keep givin’
So I keep on takin’
And no I ain’t taken
We can keep on datin’
I keep on demonstrating.

My love, my love, my love, my love
You love my lady lumps,
My hump, my hump, my hump,
My humps they got u,
She’s got me spending. 
Spendin’ all your money on me and spending time on me.
She’s got me spendin’. 
Spendin’ all your money on me, on me, on me

What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What u gon’ do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I’m a make, make, make, make you scream
Make u scream, make you scream.
Cuz of my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely lady lumps. Check it out

I met a girl down at the disco.
She said hey, hey, hey yea let’s go.
I could be your baby, you can be my honey
Lets spend time not money n
 mix your milk wit my cocoa puff,
Milky, milky cocoa,
Mix your milk with my cocoa puff, milky, milky riiiiiiight.

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.
U can look but you can’t touch it,
If u 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 tryn’a dance boy,
And move my hump.

My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My lovely lady lumps x3
In the back and in the front.
My lovin’ got u,
She’s got me spendin’. 
Spendin’ all your money on me and spending time on me.
She’s got me spendin’. 
Spendin’ all your money on me, on me, on me.

What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What you gon’ do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I’ma make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream.
What you gon do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off this hump.
What you gon’ do wit all that breast?
All that breast inside that shirt?
I’ma make, make, make, make you work
Make you work, work, make you work.
She’s got me spendin’.
Spendin all your money on me and spendin’ time on me
She’s got me spendin’.
Spendin’ all your money on me, on me, on me.


Friday, August 12, 2005

mya is:

tired of band camp

sunburned

ready to go to bed

sick of being an officer that people dont listen to

really in love with food from pita pit

feeling suffocated by this blasted summer work

organizing a ban on temperatures over 85 degrees

and one on excessive prespiration

oh

and is happy that jera got silk captain <3


Wednesday, August 03, 2005

what the hell my permit is lost and gone forever

WHERE COULD IT BE?

i have searched the hills yonder. but its still lost. and i cant drive without it, and that is pissing me off. i also lost my glasses, another thing with which i cannot drive without. god hates me, its quite clear.


Thursday, June 30, 2005

where i come from isnt all that great

my automobile is a piece of crap

my fashion sense is a little wack

and my friends are just as cool



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