I did not know that...
Must draw a greeting...
<3

HAPPEH BIRFDAY!!

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Your Money or Your Life,
<3 Lexy

You're like the ocean. Pretty enough on the surface, but dive down into your depths, and you'll find beauty most people never see.

-hopes it doesn't stretch the page-
^^;
<3

Happy Birthday, Rachel! Hope you had a wonderful...time.

Thanks guys! That's a beautiful picture, by the way!

I had a great time. I drank two strawberry daiquiris and didn't get tipsy. Go figure. Mom bought me a pretty My Little Pony named "Silver Storm" afterward in the MLP birthday tradition.

I feel loved >^.^<

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I live under a bridge.

HaPPy B-Day To you!!!!

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ACCORD, n.-
Harmony.
ACCORDION, n.-
An instrument in harmony with the sentiments of an assassin.
- G. J., "The Devil's Dictionary"

Aww, yay for Rachel!

Heh, I'm a little behind, but... Happy happy!

(can I get a 'joy joy'?)

Pull down the future with the one you love.
~Television.

Joy Joy!

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I live under a bridge.

Happy Birthday

Punk Johnny

Johnny

Happy Birthday Rachel...
HOpe your day was good..and that the rest of the year is just as well until the next birthday.

Luv
GothicApple..(jen)

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I posted about it on livejournal!

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I live under a bridge.

March 9th... that would make you a Pisces, Rachel.
Traits: Imaginative, compassionate, intuitive, secretive, and escapist.

Some of these traits seem on the ball. Others I wouldn't know about.
Well, happy birthday. If I had the date and time of your birth, I could do a zodiac natal chart of you.

Quamp's discount manga/anime fan fiction
The Texas Conventions a Collection of artwork I've collected over various conventions.

You're not the only one willing to make a zodiac chart of my life ;) Sadly, I don't know what exact time I was born. I guess it's on my certificate. Hmm, wonder where I stashed that.

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I live under a bridge.

Hey, sorry this is so late...but Happy Belated Birthday! Yay!

*throws confetti*...Oh yeah, I'm late...

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~"...The beauty spot was borrowed and now my sweet knife rusts tomorrow....I'm a confession that is waiting to be heard...Burn your empty rain down on me...Whisper your deathbeat so softly...We bend our knees at the altar of my ego...You drained my heart and made a spade...But there's still traces of me in your veins...All my lilies' mouths are open like they're begging for dope and hoping...Their bitter petal chant, "We can kick, you won't be back"..I'm a diamond that is tired of all the faces I've acquired...We must secure the shadow ere the substance fades...You drained my heart and made a spade...But there's still traces of me in your veins...You drained my heart and made a spade...But there's still traces of me in your veins..."~