almost 2 months ago i wrote that i would finish a story. and yet, i havent. but then again, i do have a full time job and a boyfriend. that makes life hard.
sorry guys. i really am workin on this.


Medianoche DosBillie Joe wondered where his friend was headed this night. He just up and left, without any notion. Tre shrugged as Billie Joe glanced his way. It didn't take Billie Joe long to find his brother. He was sitting behind the driver's seat of Billie's Farlane. "Are you trying to jack my car, Dirnt?" Billie Joe's face full of humor, still couldn't crack a smile out of Mike. He slid in beside Mike and laid his hand on his shoulder. "What is it man?" "I'm thinking of leaving the band, Billie." Billie Joe felt his eyes widen in shock. 16 years together, and now he thinks of leaving the band? "What? When did all thMedianoche Dos
another 14 year old girl pretending she's such a "rebel' by putting on mascara and rocking out with green day in their room
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It's called eyeliner darling and erm...GREEN DAY AND GREEN DAY FANS ROCK OUT EVERYWERE SO....SO.....
*middle*
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oGreen Day - the best band ever!
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Drumming - my anti drug.
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I have no clue what Billie just said so I'm gonna talk about chickens -- Tre Cool.
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to each, his own.
You rock.
So does Tre Cool.
And Mike Dirnt.
And Billie Joe Armstrong.
And me.
And my family.
And my life.
And drumkits.
Okay, I'm gunna zip it now...
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I'm planning to engore you.
I like you.
x]
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someone give me my shot or I'll rot here.
Ps: i wanna invite to the GD club and im not 14
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