The unimaginable has happened: it's a Sunday, I'm not hung over, there's no Pepsi Max in sight, I have no plans for the pending last week of holidays, I haven't received a phone call for twenty-four hours, and I'm dressed in the same clothes I wore the previous two days. That's right, boys and girls
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seriously. that guy.. is. a. tool.
im sick of sitting at home. im sick of this damn cut on my abdomen. i have one day of holidays left before i have to go back to hell. oh well. at least there's always mattharris to carry me up the stairs at school.
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HEY, WTF ARE YOU DOING TOMORROW................................
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HEY, WTF ARE YOU DOING TOMORROW................................
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BUt........
WHAT ARE YOU DOING TOMORROW!!!!!!!????
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2moro? i was hoping to leave the house. unfortunantly, my mother is being a bitch, and so is my stomache. so im not exactly sure WHAT im doing.
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Omg, have you heard
Hot Hot Heat - Bandages ??
I *think* you'd like it.
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yeah, ive heard it so much i hate it.
call me sometime.
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What about
Vendetta Red - Shatterday ?
It's cool. WhAt iS wItH thEsE s0rT oF mSn NaMeS?
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omg. dont even get me started on those fucking kind of names.
i THnK itZ LykE... oF tEh coOl oR suMfIn.
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*vomits*
Jayne and I noted the dissapearance of the Chermside gangs after 7 o'clock. Perhaps they had a curfew?
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