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Name: Rachel
Country: United States
State: Ohio
Metro: Columbus
Birthday: 11/13/1986
Gender: Female
Interests: music (which i cant play), theatre (which i cant act), books (which i cant write), basically the bohemia to which im only sortof a member. board games, food, psychology, BDSM.
scratch that, i lied. i can play a little piano.
Expertise: getting sick or injuring myself, being an idiot, opening my big mouth when i shouldnt. and being ridiculously random. hey, thats alliteration. sweet.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Other
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  briggyowl
Member Since:
3/21/2005
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| so yeah, no one is reading this so im lessening the plevel of posts. for more frequent updates on life in racheldom, visit www.myspace.com/briggitz | | |
| i used cacophony in my american history paper. i and a vernacular god. | | |
| so i took some test that said i match best with aquarius symbols, but an astrology website said i'm least compatible with aquarius and taurus and i should look for pisces and cancers. but yet another website said i am compatible with taurus, so i've decided to date based on the people who are the hottest and/or most fun to be around, since apparently horoscope compatibility is BOGUS. | | |
| Due to such popular demand and after a short delay, i give you my near death experience:
so rachel is driving home on a shitty, rainy day on a winding stretch of clark state road. she takes a curve with no radio and no speeding, but unbeknownst to her a nail has caused her tire to go flat. spining and zigzaging across the road, all rachel can do is scream like little girl. she veers off the road over a large bush and a small tree, and finally the saturn comes to a stop 25 feet of the road in the shrubbery. also, the front end of said saturn is leaning over a 12 foot drop that leads to a huge ass tree and then down to a creek. her brother comes to get her and sits for a half hour with the cargo van attached to the aforementioned vehicle with a towing cable to prevent the rain and mud from sending the piece of shit into the creek below. had the bush and tree not slowed rachel down, she would have continued over the drop and no one would have found her due to the remote location.
I have the cursed nail in my room. i'm thinking of making it into a necklace or something cool as a reminder.
.... and yes i told that entire story in third person.... | | |
| and the moral of the story is:
"one man's trash is not another man's trash, so leave the goddamn bag in the car."
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