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Name: Roxana Country: United Kingdom Birthday: 3/19/1988 Gender: Female
Interests: dancing, creative writing, good music, clubbing, friends, cocktails, exotic holidays, fafi, dior ads, beautiful women & men. Expertise: art/design. Occupation: Student Industry: Art
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5/8/2003
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Look at my beat up hand. I have a monkey in the house. the name... Miss Victoire

This girl is a crazy munkey. Does not help that she has the exact humour as me. I find myself acting strange at 2am every day, I have constant random outbursts, make weird noises, jump around, dance strangely and am talking to myself more often (often telling myself to shut up and fuck off). It's gotten to the point where I act weird in public (forgetting I'm in public of course). I keep reminding myself "must remember I'm in public". Whatever.
...back to the hand. How did it happen, you ask? About 2 am we got a splurge of energy and decided it would be fun to playfight. Anyway, got kind of out of hand. 30 minutes of huge fun. Then we decided it would be fun to go run around on the streets outside (forgetting to say "octopus" on the octopus street/at the end of space there is a big octopus. It's the end to the universe. ) On the street we see a silhoette of a guy in a wheel chair and a walking figure next to him. Thinking of the worst I begin to envision a disfigured murderer in a wheelchair and sprint to the gas station store. Here we decide to get an ice lolly, and walk back out. Whilst we're outside a car passes by with some guys who check us out. It goes by and off into the distance, so we're like fair enough no reason to be scared. Then when walking a car is trailing us. Same car. It begins to speed up again and goes into our street destination. We decide to take a detour, and begin to notice all the little noises, a cat runs past the road. And then, a car in the distance (same car) so we duck behind a bunch of cars in the shadows...and when the car rides away we runnnnnnnn for our lives back home.
Fear. Major thrill. Complete hype.
end note : picture for erika.

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