even tho i can't read the language you write your journal in, i think that the pictures you post say just as much as the words do.
you're right: you're iron maiden, i'm radiohead, but i love you anyways. but in a different way now.
buffalo tom still reminds me of you. i wish you'd start posting.
why didn't i make out with you when i had the chance?
i used to think that i was the only one who marvelled over the little things, until i met you.
if you lived closer, i would absolutely completely be totally crushed out over you. it's good we feel the same way tho.
you are the absolute funniest person i know on the east coast.
if i saw you on a street corner, i would automatically think you didn't listen to good music. i would be wrong of course.
i think you're one of those ppl that would be more fun to hang out with in groups than just one on one.
i'll give you ed o'brien as long as i get hayden in return.
you are the most attractive girl that i have ever known.
i trust you with my secrets.
you are oh so special to someone i love oh so much and i will rip yr heart out from yr chest if you ever hurt her.
your photography makes me all swoony.
even tho you don't like the dismemberment plan, i still heart you.
i swear one day i'll see your band.
i wonder if i should even bother finishing this mixtape for you.
you're only in delaware: why don't i see you more often?
i wish you'd cut your hair. you have everything else going for you.
you have GOT to stop lashing out at other ppl, especially when they are doing things for you.
you remind me of all the #gurlee mIRC days. i miss those days.
i am scared to ask you what happened.
i can't help but still have a crush on you.
even though right now i don't remember which way your name is pronounced, i still think you are incredible.
i sometimes wish i had your talent. i've said it before.
i like the fact that you keep a list of all the cities you have ever been to/through.
i'm pretty sure that some of yr interests scare me.
i think that you are a lot like me, even though you have red hair!
even though you haven't experienced a train wreck soon, i see one coming.
when you first introduced yourself to me at the black cat, i thought you had a crush on me.
whenever i'm around you now, i feel like i am walking on eggshells, but i'm trying for you; for us. also, i really really want you to stop doing drugs. essentially, that is all i want for xmas.
i'm really glad we worked things out and are able to start over with a friendship.
i'm not sure if i should have added you back or not.
i think your head is disproportionate to the rest of your body.
you should relocate from your washington to my washington, but we've been over that already.
even tho we've never met, i just know with all my heart that we will be great friends when we do.
i know that you used to have a crush on me, but i just never felt that we clicked that way. i think that's why i distanced myself from becoming good friends with you before. friends?
i'm really not sure why we're on one another's friends lists.
your user profile cracks me up, even tho you haven't posted in ages.
even tho i know nothing of politics, you still want to be my friend and that is great!
if i'd listened to the music you are listening to at yr age, i would have started a band earlier.
i want boys in bands to have crushes on me too!
sometimes i feel like you're making fun of me behind my back.
you are the toughest girl that i know. i mean that in a good way.
a long time ago you thought you were in love with me, tho i'm pretty sure that was just young internet lust on both our parts.
i'm really not quite sure why you ever added me to your friends list in the first place.
i wish you would just leave her alone.
stop sending me email fwds, please. i love you but, OH GET A LIFE! [bad music pun]
i don't know why we didn't hang out more when you were actually living in the dc area.
i'm pretty sure norwegians have a better sense of what is good music than americans do.
even tho you post all the time, i read them all, since each one is so succint.
you are funny in a cruel way, but i laugh anyways.
for some reason your sXe-ness has never bothered me. it's so funny, since you thought i was making fun of you that one time, when i wasn't at all.
once in awhile your posts will make me laugh, but i have no interest in really being friends with you.
how do you get your hair to look so amazing?
i want to visit you and have you show me around your town, but not as much as another town that is close to you.
your mom is cooler than mine will ever be.
sometimes i think you're too young to be friends with.
i think it's funny that you're in a band with a person i used to have a love/hate relationshup with.
honestly, you are every bit as amazing as i thought you would be in real life.
i really like your glasses.
i think you're the most stuck up person that i know.
you remind me ohsomuch of douglas. it's uncanny.
i want to be in a band like yours.
if you didn't get high so much, i would want to be better friends with you.
even tho we don't share any interets, i think we'd get along anyways.
i feel awkward saying hi to you and i'm still unsure why that is.
money will not ever make you happy, no matter how much you think it might.
i still get sad when i think about how big yr record collection is, because i don't think i'll ever catch up.
if i'd met you actually through LJ and not through friends off LJ, i think we'd actually be friends in real life.
ever since that one post, i am intimidated to be alone with you.
i really wish you'd stop putting yourself down. i've always thought you were great.
i still have a crush on your record collection and your taste in music.
i hope that you're not just a fling.
sometimes certain things that you write are words i could never get out that you've given life.
i wish you lived closer, so that we could sing songs on road trips to see barsuk bands.
you have been through more than any single person that i know and i am amazed that you still continue to give your smile to so many.
i would like to hang out with you and the crew...i just hope you know i don't do drugs!
you're the kind of person who would write, "stay sweet" in my yearbook. that's not a good thing.
i still can't believe the shit that you pulled, even tho it was over a year ago.
sometimes i forget that you exist and sometimes i forget your name.
i'd like to hang out with you again. i'm not sure if the two of us ever had a conversation to ourselves.
i am jealous of all the gifts that you possess.
you are quite possibly the funniest boy in virginia. start writing in yr journal or i'll feel like i wasted a code.
i wonder if you find me annoying.
sometimes i'm unsure of whose side you're on.
i skim through your entries.
i really think you have a lot of growing up to do.
meeting you was the best thing to happen to me in all of 2002 and i mean that with all of my heart.
you live really close to me and we've been at some of the same shows. why haven't we met?
it is really amazing that you have found what looks to be true love.
if you didn't smoke so much weed, you'd be even more attractive.
for awhile there, i was really jealous of you, then i realised that you have nothing that i don't.
i love your entries, but i think you post too much.
i don't like it when you wear eyeshadow.
your new glasses seriously make you look 10 times as cute.
you are still a slut, no matter what you say. dorkchop is SO my word now.
i never apologized to you for breaking your heart. i am so sorry.
i'm not sure what i think about you.
i can't believe you're so young.
i feel like you're nervous around me.
every single one of your posts annoy the FUCK out of me.
i had a crush on you up until the point you told me that you and your girlfriend traded mates with another couple, but i still want to be in a band with you.
it feels like you're unsure as to whether or not we can be friends in real life.
i added you to my friend's list because of your user interests and i was happy that you added me back. you should post more.
you are down on yourself far too often, but your sad entries show off just how amazing a writer you are.
i wonder if you thought he was a good kisser.
i am proud to be one of the few on yr friends list.
i like your posts even tho you use capital letters properly.
i don't know what to say to you, so i suppose that's why i took you off my buddy list, but kept you on my friends list.
you are a great artist, but i'm pretty sure that fact causes you to be super flakey.
i'd forgotten that i'd met you.
you are the hottest boy that i have met all year. "you are so hot i would like to steal your digits." oh wait, i have them.
there is more gossip surrounding you than absolutely anyone else that i have ever met.
i love that you know a lot of the same kids that i do!
who are you and why are you on my friends list?
if you were older, i probably would have had a crush on you.
you should probably be a supermodel.
i think that you freak out even more than i do.
i'd like to know you better, since you seem like a wonderful girl.
i had no idea you had a girlfriend! OOPS!
when you told me about what happened, i didn't know what to say, except "i'm so so sorry", because i barely knew you.
i feel like we're drifting apart.
i wonder if your girlfriend really has you as completely whipped as i think she does.
stop being a flake and start coming with us to shows! you rule!
you crack me up so much, but i don't think we're true friends.
i don't think i've ever read an entire entry you've written in yr journal.
sometimes i suppose it does hurt that you slept with him, but it really *is* in the past and i should really be over it by now.
you and your posse can put more drinks away than any other posse i know.
why haven't we ever talked online?
your british accent KILLS me all over. the fact you didn't visit me the last time you were here kills me more.
i have a crush on your photographs, tho your songs aren't what i would call amazing.
what happened? did you just decide one day to stop talking to me?
you have lost a lot of your skeeziness! THANK YOU!
there is no way you can ever post as much as i want you to.
it really really freaked me out when you told me you do coke. please stop.
oh, i've told you this before, but i really wish you'd call me more often.
i don't like any of your user icons.
there's never really been anything i've wanted to say to you.
i'm pretty sure that you don't like me that much. i can't say i don't feel the same way.
i wanted to add you to my friends list for the LONGEST time, but for some reason i didn't. your journal is one of my favourites.
i know of no other indie boy's weiner that is more famous than yours.
there is no doubt in my mind - you will find someone who will love you.
in winter, i still think about you blowing your warm breath onto my cold hands.
i might have used you when i was feeling low.
i'm not sure if we'd be friends if we met in real life.

okay, so everyone else was doing it and seeing as how i am a lemming, i started my list last night. this literally took me about 3 hours to do. basically, you look at yr friends list and confess/compliment/whatever to everyone you feel like telling something to. i was thorough and said something to every single one of you.