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Monday, June 13, 2005
para el pedaso de soquete
I don't have to tell you anything anymore. I know the law, you bastards.
It has been brought to my attention by an "anonymous" party *ahem*ahem* that i am a walking contradiction. a right idiot american. No worries, dear readers, your humble and kind narrator is glad to be leaving. {ah, yes, little thanks to the one who goes by "myspace". i certainly hope you don't *actually* enjoy that damned cyber place. deth to myspace.} that's right. no more blog. no more/ reportings on what Victoria is up to. Whom she love/loathes this week. No more witty analysis of the current movies and what some call music. <---oh wait, wrong site.....No More Entries. Why should you internet people who only exist by a made up name or characters from a keyboard get to read my darkest secrets, my deepest thoughts, my fears, my loves? Only a select few {by select few i mean one person }should hear all my stories. You know who you are. This is all a stupid game anyway. I don't act/talk the way I type on this bloody site, thank goodness.{<---the first bit of actual truth to come around in a long time from this particular keyboard, located in the living room of 1127 West Camelot Lane.}I'm sick of this game evermore. No more entries. Not really for your sake, I could care less. {so I say} But for mine. No More Entries. I have My Word. you know where to go for the latest news on Victoria and the boys.
i bid you adieu. adios. au revoir. forget me not. i'll see you at the show.
signing out for the last time,
six six double five three two one
(Victoria M)
Posted at 02:10 am by Victoria
Saturday, June 11, 2005
do you want to know a secret?
do you promise not to tell?
closer let me whisper in your ear
ya ni se que hacer con esta "milla". si la judy fuckface no es, quien es? y por que si "myspace" sabe, no me dice? Hmmm......tal vez que las razones eli me hable de estan de mucho mas verdad. pero ya. no mas. y ya cabe....hahah ay dios mio. necisito practicar escribiendo mas en espanol. haha no accents. manana vamos a tener una fiesta! muy bien. aqui esta mi abuela y mi abuelo. como me quieren. haha what the fuck dude.........hahah y si entiendes espanol por que estas leyendo esta basura? hahaha idiota. vayate!
peut-etre tu entendes francais?
bah. quelque fois ce le chanson.
yeah okay so this is how i roll.
hahah.
don't worry kids,
the shows *will* go on.
LoVe,
Victoria M.
Posted at 12:58 am by Victoria
Sunday, June 05, 2005
Who's Who and What's She?
Current mood: mischievous 
she found me. :0) haha. what a surprise.
i'm sick of being "pretentious" there's enough of those girls around here. :) i'm too cool for this. i'll see you all at the show. or around here in cyberspace if you want to know what i *realy* think message me i just *might* let you read my "real" blog. hahah :0) .....enjoi the last.
les talk, more rock.
Victoria.Godes Of Mischief
HERE'S MY LAST ENTRY THERE:
JUDY FUCKFACE< THIS IS FOR YOU>MY LAST ENTRY.
so basicaly i know Judy Fuckface is reading this. You didn't think I would find out? You're realy keen on turning these people against me. I saw you at the shows last week. And I know you'll be at the one this weekend. Just Know that I hate you. I wil fight you again. And I wil win....{again}.Stop calling, stop posting idiot things under false names...MILLA JOVOVICH {she's a gooddamn actress you git. like we wouldn't know.} I know its you.Who else would it be? Come on , admit it , Only you judy fuckface would lack the brain capacity to come up with an original name.and profile. ha!
You{try}to read this blog every day waiting for me to publicly mention your boyfriend. You're too damn controlling. We aren't even going out, you idiot. I know you're friends with the other fuckass girls who think I'm trying
to "take their precious boyfriends away". And I know they want to ruin my life too. I'm sick of the calls, the jokes, the e-mails, the insults, the shoepolishing, the toilet papering, you're not even original when you want to be mean. I've been all too fucking patient. ANd I'm not backing down. Just wait. You'll get yours. I'm telling you right now. I'm warning you. Tell all your whoreish friends to back off. Listen to your boyfriends when they say to quit it. to cut the shit.that nothing is happening. Because NOTHING is. Get over your insecurities, tell your "hoes" to as well, and move ON. Do something fucking productive with your life, with your incessant hours on the internet. IGNORE ME. Otherwise, you're going to have hell to pay. and i fucking mean it. I tried to stay out of your way. I realized one girl with hanging out with four boys in relationships would be weird or whatever, but they're my friends. and all you've done is bitch and moan.you never talked to me. you just hated me from day one. Cowards.
I would apologize for this insult and ranting not being entirely coherent and smart, but you wouldn't know what I was trying to say anyway. you fail to understand the concept of "just friends". I never had anything against you or your friends. But now you're just ignorant insecure girls who fail to see how great I am. I'm an amazing guitarist, a good looking girl, and a smart companion and your boyfriends think so too. Why can't you or them, see it too? *sigh* And stop trying to view my other posts You can't read them because you're not my friend. {idiot.} The only thing I have ever given or *will* ever give you is a black eye. So fuck off. Leave me out of your life as I don't give a fuck about you or yours.
LovE me and forget me not.
Victoria. Rockstar Supreme.
P.S okay so that line about being great might have been unncessary, but come on....anyway, roll credits. EL FIN!
Posted at 10:01 pm by Victoria
Friday, June 03, 2005
ALRIGHT ELI.
i did it.
thanks for the lovely coments.
now quit it.
yeah, that's right.
get the hell out.
i didnt need you anyway.
support and love? bah to that i say.
okay im kiding.
please dont leave.
stay.
good boy.
haha:)
happy now?
love,
victoria
Posted at 03:29 pm by Victoria
Thursday, June 02, 2005
A for adieu. A for Artist.
So as you can see I'm A for Amazing.
and check this out:
 
excellent eh?
oy and theres another with a rocket ship and everything. exchellentangoismynewlove.yaynotsosecretandyetverymuchso.whateer*thatmeans.(youshouldalwayscheckoutthatkillinmylobsterdotcomitsamazingyayhurrah and whatever lola wants. lola gets. remember that. i always get what i aim for. who sings that. i forgot. and your heart and soul is what i came for.
Posted at 02:03 am by Victoria
Monday, May 30, 2005
The End of The World Party
Tonights the night tonights the nightTonightsthenightonightsthenighttonightsthenighttonightsthenighttonightsthenight.This is how i see it happening:"Everything was beautiful and nothing tonightthenighthurt."Tonightsthenighttonightsthenighttonightsthenight.eye'll let you all know how it happened. xXxXXXxtonightsthenighttonightsnithenight
P.S anthem of the momentLesley Gore's Sunshine Lollipops and Rainbows.why yes!tongihtsthenighttonightstnight
 what the fuck is this. name the movie and you get one wish.......free of charge. and goddamnit. read my comments. I rock.
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Posted at 01:11 am by Victoria
Saturday, May 28, 2005
Mishaps, Mayhem, Misadventures, Oh Joy!
ATTENTION: Please Run For Your Life.
You have *undoubtedly* reached this website by mistake.
If I were you, I would click the most friendly thing on the screen right now, the back button and flee this wretched place. I would not read on or pester the author, you could not if you tried......for she has been tragically killed.
To read about her life, death and music visit her personal website.
You should know where to go. Like a ladder waiting outside the window of a burning house, the phone number of an expert, or ketchup, help {and Victoria) is often missing just when you need it most. The information on her personal website may be of some assistance, but probably not.
Victoria would send her love.
And would bid you all adieu.
Now Go!
P.S Isn't this nicer than a fucking 404 error? I should like to think so.
Posted at 09:08 am by Victoria
Friday, May 27, 2005
 
qwkrjkl im durnk :D heheheheheheh oh..i lvoe stripes loe them and the word Adieu though ti means godh blehh anway comanDant! off to the next show! thenxt show. what a great entry. :D hhaha
Posted at 12:21 am by Victoria
Wednesday, May 25, 2005
after our show, my friend and I were talking and suddenly the world made sense.{haha funny how moments like those *shine*.} she's an idiot. she doesn't see what's really going on. maybe she will, but maybe it'll be too late.{insert drama here} I think I could care less but it's funny knowing something someone else doesn't when everyone else can see it but them. Confusing but true. a life paradox. anyhow, we decided to play this song at our next show and dedicate to her saying this is Just for You Girl who Hates Me. Just For You. lucky. *****
the rest of you might know this song as Flavour of the Weak by American Hi-Fi. however, we like to call it ObvioustoeveryonebutherbecauseshesblindedbywhatshecallsLovewhatever*that*means. :0) Enjoy mother fuckers!
She paints her nails and she don't know,
He's got her best friend on the phone.
She'll wash her hair, his dirty clothes,
are all he gives to her.
And he's got posters on the wall
Of all the girls he wished she was.
And he means everything to her.
Her boyfriend,
He don't know
Anything
About her.
He's too stoned,
Nintendo.
I wish that I could make her see,
She's just the flavor of the weak.
It's Friday night and she's all alone,
He's a million miles away.
She's dressed to kill, but the TV's on,
He's connected to the sound.
And he's got pictures on the wall
Of all the girls he's loved before,
And she knows all his favorite songs.
Her boyfriend,
He don't know
Anything
About her.
He's too stoned,
Nintendo.
I wish that I could make her see,
She's just the flavor of the weak.
Yeah.
Her boyfriend,
He don't know
Anything
About her.
He's too stoned,
He's too stoned,
He's too stoned,
He's too stoned.
Her boyfriend,
He don't know
Anything
About her.
He's too stoned,
Nintendo.
I wish that I could make her see,
She's just the flavor of the weak.
Yeah she's the flavor of the weak.
She makes me weak.
The only difference is he doesn't smoke weed...well...... anyway he plays the charade pretty well, he dotes on her. He "loves" her. But she still can't see it. she's a pied de terre......* *sigh* * and perhaps he is the flavor of the weak. another theory id love to share. but I have cake to eat, thank you very much.
xXx(L)ovexXx
)(a drunk)(
<<Victoria (M)>>
Posted at 10:47 pm by Victoria
Tuesday, May 24, 2005
Censored. {Whatever That Means.}
xxL(ove)xx
Victoria M.
{I am but the forbidden fruit. No one is to talk to me, about me, for me, next to me, behind me, and yet everyone wants to. Everyone does. love me or hate me, you nevertheless have an opinion.}
Posted at 09:29 pm by Victoria
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