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First off. Get off my koolaid. Mother Fucker.
Now that that's off my chest...
I give up. I really do. If it's not going to happen then it's not going to happen. I'm not going to stress over it. Screw it. I'm not attention hungry but hell, I figure I'd get a call once in a while, right? What ever, stupid of me to think I'm important enough to be remembered...
Bitchy mood right now. Sorry.
I'm waiting for Brandon to call...at least he remembers that I'm alive.
Ashley's passed out on the couch already.
Graham Norton is perdy funny.
I'm so bored.
No more marshmellos...no more chocolate...no more milk...:o(
I'm trying to get this kid to sneak out of his house.
Alright, I'm so bored I'm too bored to write.
Love and Scary Pictures,
Sin-D