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design | host pages are falling out of my book i'm so tired and i feel like there's a lump in my throat all of the time. any second of unpleasant inner monolouge and i can be a pouty, sulky mess. i think i looked good today... so i guess that makes up for some of it. these pants i got at the good will are too big... they used to be way big but mom did stuff to them with the sewing machine-- speaking of which i must give anna her pants back--- but they're still too big, so everyone could see my slutty thong underwear. i guess it's not that bad that they saw. i mean, if they'd get that good of a look... and it's not like i'm a slut. i just like to wear slutty underwear. oh yes. pink lace and leather buckles. like you all needed to hear that. classes were hard. i put a new blue guitar pick on my neclace. this blue one is special. secret special guitar pick. man this is gibberish. some of my grades are probably going down the toilet and my romantic life has been down in the septic tank to greet them for quite some time. don't try and make me feel better. don't tell me to smile. you're going to get your head bitten off. or something that doesn't end in a preposition. GAH. pages are falling out of my anatomy book. screw this. i can't write in here right now. |