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  • Current Residence: az
  • Interests: extreme sports ie. paintball and airsoft and swimming
  • Favourite movie: Romeo & Juliet, 5th Element, Super troopers, Blade, mosly guy movies
  • Favourite band or musician: The Starting Line
  • Favourite genre of music: Punk, rock, alternative, techno, metal
  • Favourite style of art: lanscape
  • MP3 player of choice: ipod
  • Favourite game: any Half-life mod/ Final Fantasy XI
  • Favourite gaming platform: pc
  • Favourite cartoon character: Vash the stampede

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:iconinsomniactheories:
Yeah ^_^
If you want it go ahead :D

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IHATEALLMYFRIENDS
:iconinsomniactheories:
Thanks for the watch *^_^* :hug:

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IHATEALLMYFRIENDS
:iconorangmonky:
cam, how's swimming going.... well i guess he guys season hasn't started yet for school has it?

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"i love you" is eight letters, then again so is, "bullshit!", and so is "sex slave"
:iconabsent40:
I'm sorry for not posting anything new in the longest time, just i havn't done anything worth putting on here, i'm more of a internal person. a internal person with a lack of a scanner......
:iconorangmonky:
aww ic, that's too bad about the scaner. well have fun with the rest of the summer hun

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"i love you" is eight letters, then again so is, "bullshit!", and so is "sex slave"
:iconorangmonky:
cam post something please

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"i love you" is eight letters, then again so is, "bullshit!", and so is "sex slave"
:iconorangmonky:
cam, why did you take off your pic's they were so happy

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"i love you" is eight letters, then again so is, "bullshit!", and so is "sex slave"
:iconfroggychika89:
New stuff? Hmmmmm no new stuff...

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:pumpkin: We are the wakeful, Wry and Watchful, We're awaiting. A story at three with the shrillest of cries. My mind fights with the sparkles in the corner of my eyes. I hear the morning choir sing to me, their elegy. :pumpkin:

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