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Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Suck It Up, Biatch .
Glo-fangs that Jenn & Clare gave me
whaaaazzzzap bitches and hoes!
today sucked hardcore
D:
oh well,
i had this urge to put up this friendster link of a girl i know.
but since i am so sweet and all,
i shan't.
haha she told me she's a model .
-jawdrop
she looks like...
yeah you know right.
and like yesterday i was talking to her online,
and like her "boyfriend", Josh started talking to me.
and outright dissing me .
and you all know Audrey ain't gon' take
shit like that from no one .
so yeah i like jacked "him" back till "he" got real pissed .
"he" sounded alot like a girl to me?
i think she was shitting me,
i don't know why but that girl doesn't like me.
aneeeways,
i can't wait till this week is ovah.
--
i don't wanna try no more,
why do you keep insisting,
when you know our love's gone out the door?


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