poot too
the conveyor is confusing the hell out of me. What does this woman want? I think she's playin' me for a sucka. 010111
deb how i miss the
trappings of
miss lewis
masstransit haha.

I laugh.

Some fucking chance.
boo Michelle, ma belle.
Sont les mots qui vont tres bien ensemble,
Tres bien ensemble
phil Your daddy works in porno
Now that mommy's not around
She used to love her heroin
But now she's underground
So you stay out late at night
And you do your coke for free
Drivin' your friends crazy
With your life's insanity
girl_jane What a sweetie. She's letting me borrow her book. 020309
silentbob if danny 's little sister smoked pot she'd look like fiona_apple 020418
mahayana :] 020418
catherine this is my middle name.

so pretty. too pretty for me.

what the heck is up with spelling it with only one l, though?
Sarah My best best bestest best friend in the entire world. Forever. 030817
michelle is me, myself, i, who i wish i could be but never quite amounted up to. perfect in essence and imperfect in everything else 040207
silentlybroken How her name holds me with the intimacy of a thousand desires....

and yet she is no closer than last week, or the week before, or the week before....
deathofarose i had one once and never knew it. 040208
tenebrous earth I miss michelle. I miss her a lot, and everything sucks now! I wish I could see her, but I can't! Not for a long time... 040214
Playmaker Michelle was a university student whom I met in first year, her nose long and thin ner than it needed to be. She had a small dimple on her chin and a mole on her upper right arm The large chest, which she always attempted to conceal was often what one may accurately term 'swollen'. We studied with her on her bed once, with her adorning a low cut top. I talked to her about her hopes for the future and through her frustations at holding to the notion that she wasn't good enough. I reached to turn the page and my hand brushed hers in such a way. I was her first. 061119
Playmaker In September 2003 I met another Michelle; she was a member of a philosophy seminar group which was held weekly.

Michelle dressed down, far more than she should. She had a large chest, subtle hips and a hint of muscle about her frame - an allusion to her Celtic roots. Her face was round yet chiselled, and her chin had a slight dimple which would manifest itself each time she averted her countenance from the Autumnal hues falling softly through the window. Her eyes were bright, green if I recall, in sublime concert with pale Scottish skin. Her hair was a fine raven-black and she had a notable resemblance to Amy Lee.

Michelle worked at Tesco in the city centre, a fact not lost on me as I noticed her calves peeping alluringly from her midnight blue skirt. I enquired as to her knowledge of the product base; she informed me it was great. I told her she'd just earned a point, and that made her my personal shopper. She smiled back at me, lowering her head slightly in an primitive display of 'cute...with a sprinkling of submission'

The next time I saw her in the seminar, I told her I didn't recognise her without her Tesco uniform. She slapped me playfully. I said "Seriously who are you and why are you touching me?" We were given presentations to do and she suggested we team up. I laughed and told her she just wanted me for my body and brains, then asked her what she was going to bring to this outfit. "Free food and drink" she said. "We're on..." I replied with a smile.

Two days later we were in her room, she was exceptional in the kitchen, just as I had hoped.
nom when i met my grandaunt in august she thought i was "michelle, from australia" 061123
nom i don't know who michelle is 061123
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