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Last night I clawed a chunk out of Matthew's arm and told him I hoped he died in a car wreck because he wouldn't let me watch Avril Lavigne on Jay Leno.
What?
Yes, it's funny now, but he's still really mad at me.
I shake my fist at you, PMS, for giving Satan such easy access at my soul.
I'm sweet and good again today, so it's okay to answer the phone if I call you. :)
What?
Yes, it's funny now, but he's still really mad at me.
I shake my fist at you, PMS, for giving Satan such easy access at my soul.
I'm sweet and good again today, so it's okay to answer the phone if I call you. :)