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Dec 16, 2004 00:30

Update:

Roommate and friend LOVED Wicked. Now we talk about it and sing to each other.

Musical Theatre: 2, boring non-musical life: 0

Loathing, Unadulturated loathing
For your face
Your voice
Your clothing
Let's just say, I loathe it all.
Every little trait, however small
Makes my very flesh begin to crawl.
With simple, udder loathing
There's a strange exhiliration
In such total detestation,
It's so pure, so strong....
Though I do admit it came on fast,
Still I do believe that it can last
And I will be loathing, loathing you my whole life long!
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