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I hate nights like last night.
The kind of nights where even though you were out and doing stuff,
it feels like you did nothing at all.
Last night was emotionally draining.
A waste of a perfectly good night.
I should have stayed home.
Oh and...
Call off the dogs!
They don't know me at all.
The only thing they know is that I am going out with the guy she likes.
They don't have to like me.
But they CANNOT be mean to me.
Calling me a stupid slut will solve nothing.
That was totally uncalled for, mean spirited, and inapropriate.
I don't need crap from Leg Woman and her "crew."