Sunday, November 22, 2009
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Dear Brian,
that I really love you a lot. I know the term has become really
cliche these days, but I assure you, I really know and feel it now.
After all the mistakes, fights, trials, and tribulations in eight and
a half years, there's still nothing more I can say other than you're
absolutely the one for me. When I hear and learn about how other
relationships crumble and fall, I think to myself that you and I are
so blessed to have such an open, caring, understanding, adventurous,
loving, fun, patient relationship. Most people spend their whole lives
not having what we have, and now I know what those stupid love songs
mean. :) I can't believe how different you are from not just other
guys, but from people in general. You're the most genuine person I've
ever met. And I can never get enough of you. I love you. Take me to
Tiffany & Co. now, dick!
SuzanneMichelle Ramos
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Friday, July 3, 2009
Venting right now
the fact that there might be spelling and grammar mistakes right now
because I honestly don't give a fuck. Ergh. Everyone is so got damn
annoyuibg right now and I really can't do anything about it or else
I'm the one that will come off as a bitxh. So the only thing i can do
right now is just fucking blog and vent on my blog and Twitter
andyspace and facebook because since i can't tell the people that
iritate me directly that they're fucking annoying, I have to tell the
whole world insteaad. Fyxk theis shit I'm so fucking annoyed.
SuzanneMichelle Ramos
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Monday, June 29, 2009
Innocultations: The True Weapons of Mass Destruction
SuzanneMichelle Ramos
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Friday, June 26, 2009
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
I Just Subscribed To Surface Magazine
I really feel like having a random outing. Summer is a good time for
that, I guess. It's funny though because you think of all the little
things you wanna do, and all the big things you dream of doing... all
the little and big things that you have deep inside of you that,
despite whatever it is that you do, those things stay inside you,
hardly ever becoming a reality. I'm not talkig about oh, going to
school to get a job to make a comfortable living, or going to buy a
doggy because you've always wanted one... I'm talking about the
yearning to just drop everything and not give a fuck about the world
around you in the past or the future. Just going balls out and just do
whatever the fuch you wanna do. No worries about tomorrow. No worries
about anyone else's feelings or situations. No worries about how
you're gonna have food in your tummy 4 hours from now. Just sucking
shit up, shutting the duck up, and just do it. I don't know where
that came from... I'm just venting I guess.
In other news, life's a bitch and then you die:)
Lately
to measures I haven't taken before and actually considered some that I
wouldn't have considered in the past. I thought I was doing pretty ok
until I saw my brother today. He told me I got fat. Not cool. The
thing that sucks though is that I know I can trust him to have and
give an honest opinion. Boo. I really want to be stick thin like
Allegra Versace or her mom or something. I really don't care how,
anymore.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Homos...
but hear me out. I believe in coexistence and equality. I'm not
supporting the issue, but I'm definitely not going to take matters
into my own hands and take that away from anyone. I totally think we
should just leave it to a higher authority, supernatural or whatnot,
to sort it out... You know, just be Switzerland about it. And while I
believe and try my utmost best to adhere to the law of the Lord, it
has been written:
"Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother's eye and pay
no attention to the plank in your own eye? How can you say to your
brother, 'Let me take the speck out of your eye' when all the time you
have a plank in your own eye?" Matthew 7:3-4
SuzanneMichelle Ramos
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Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Something I Found Out Today!!!
Oh, and then, I thought it was some stupid marketing ploy for El Pollo Loco, then I went to KFC.com and guess what... the ingredients list for the KFC grilled chicken says that it is, in fact, made with BEEEEEEEEEEFFFFFFF! CLICky HERE!! ?YUCKKKkk





