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Happy Bunnys are Evil Love!


*** Hello. Welcome to my journal. I'm not sure what you brought you here to read about my life, but hopefully if I can help you with your life in some way by you reading this, I would be proud. ***


My life is rated NC-17.
What is your life rated?

~~~ My name is Doodlebuggg, I'm 19 yrs old and from Southeast Michigan. I grew up in a small town.
Most people knew everyone, and everyone's else business. I listen to country music, although I also listen to
rock, r&b, and very little rap. Right now I'm going to college with my major set in Elementary Education. I'm still undecided what I want to be. I'm considering going into radiology. I work in a furniture store doing customer service and shipping. I am the person who has to listen to the customer complain about their damaged item and try to get another one for them, which is easier said then done sometimes. Especially when the item has been discontinued. The romance department in my life.... that is a long story.... It would take hours for me to draw on my canvas until you saw my portrait of smiles, tears, puppy love eyes, and everything else that love makes people have a weakness for. And until my portrait is done, I leave you with this... the journal of another fucked up human-being, such as yourself, to laugh, cry, and realize how much life is not worth living at times. Yet other times, it is so precious to keep. Welcome into my canvas of happiness, sorrow, life, and death.... welcome to a summarized life of chaotic girl from the suburbs.~~~

How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal Sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray r' accepted, and each wish resign'd;
Labour and rest, that equal periods keep;
"Obedient slumbers that can wake and weep;"
Desires compos'd, affections ever ev'n,
Tears that delight, and sighs that waft to Heav'n.
Grace shines around her with serenest beams,
And wisp 'ring angels prompt her golden dreams.
For her th' unfading rose of Eden blooms,
And wings of seraphs shed divine perfumes,
For her the Spouse prepares the bridal ring,
For her white virgins hymeneals sing,
To sound of heav'nly harps she dies away,
And melts in visions of eternal day.










Touch a Bichon
and you have touched a bit of heaven...
Hold a Bichon
and you have held the world...
Love a Bichon
and you will love life forever...
Author Unknown

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