Nov 08, 2004 14:35
*insert really vulgar angry bad white girl rap song here, one that was hereby just written*
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Dear God,
Let's talk again
Let's talk about girls who are all up on the ex.
Well I mean, really.
How much is this going to matter to me in 10 years when I have my own magazine?
Or will he have people so convinced by then that I'm a crazy freak that no one would even bother to read any magazine I published.
Is he just talking smack?
Or am I really crazy?
I need your help....
...like "whoa".
Love, Miranda
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Dear God (again),
Let me say right now, that I'm really really mad at you for these jerkfaces that make me feel like I'm not worth anything and that I'm not going to ever have anything again that can even compare to what he gave me.
But at the same time.
I'm totally happy that you give me such wonderful friends that mean SO much to me, and that love me so much, despite the crap that I put them through AND despite the fact that I can't get over whatshisface.
So those cancel each other out.
Let me find something else that I can be happy at you for.
Love, Miranda