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Wednesday, August 08, 2007, 8/08/2007 09:18:00 PM


DEAD.
i feel like shit now.
i think im going to die of my sudden flu or something.
yeah,
todays celebration was like some fuck la.
cheapskate helicopter + lousy sing along.
what else can you say.
went to samanthas' house to do history project.
by then im alr half dead.

now im chatting with ATIKAH!
laughing so hard infront of the com like idiot(:i miss her like shit la.
i need to see her soon.
I LOVE YOU(:
happy birthday! in advance.
things i wanna do:
buy tees like this

GET MONROE AND LABRET PIERCING.
like hers.
my mum said its pretty cool(:
that means i could get it.
so far i only pierced my helix.
sadded.
okay im off.
i dun need someone who cant be at my side when i need most my dear.
bye world(:
HAPPY NATIONAL DAY!(: * screams

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