Miss America

May 22, 2006 15:25


The day I am most self-concious, the day I hate my body the most, the day I fear hot weather because of my ugly scars... 
an entry form for National Miss America Pageant comes in the mail.

Irony? I think not.

I thought irony wasnt supposed to kill you.

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lost_little_nat May 22 2006, 19:50:11 UTC
They send you those in the mail?
That's twisted.

You should rip it up, and burn it, and inflict major pain on that poor piece of paper.
And then send hate mail to the NMAP.
With lots of big, intelligent words that they won't understand.
(Yes, I sterotype pagent people... sorry.)

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madchentot May 22 2006, 19:59:50 UTC
Haha, thank you. This made me smile. You are so sweet.

Seriously, how can they send me an entry form if they dont know how I look like? WTF?

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lost_little_nat May 22 2006, 20:23:02 UTC
I'm glad.

And now, continuing my crusade to make people feel better, I found this mix that you might like; http://7thfloor.livejournal.com/77398.html

At least, it struck me as something you might like. Terribly sorry if you don't!

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madchentot May 22 2006, 20:29:46 UTC
Oh, thanks, Natasha, you are sooo wonderful.
I read some of the lyrics, they are pretty nice. Hmm, they seem more thinspirational to me *shrugs*
I will never be a model :( Not that I wanted to, of course, but hey, who doesnt want fame? Maybe I will be famous for discovering a new medicine. That's much more productive.

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derfhead66 May 22 2006, 22:05:01 UTC
I've gotten those in the mail, too. They make me feel terrible. I think it's just a scam. Please don't feel bad, just get rid of it.

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