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Monday, November 14, 2005

TALKIN CAREBEARS

i saw my carebars
fuckin niceyyyy
i saw it and i went...wahhhhhhi wa spractically shouting
and my bf had to shut me up..
d salesgerl were laughin at me..
hhaahah
i was liek one of the kids beside me..
argggggggggggggghhh
im gan buy it..
i dun fuckin care
dn go miz29 to jus search tyngs
and found crocos..
wanted to buy fer myself but my widest arc on my feet culdnt feet the crocs nicely
so ended buyin fer my bf...
his berthday pressie..
dn meet murshie..
and we lepaks at mcd..
murshie cut hair..
like chian newspaper boy..
i laughe dat him frm afar..
hehehe
murshie murshie newspaper boy..
dn went home lorr...
d dae jus felt nice..
my throats gettyn btr
and playin sims poised fuckin big challengers
my sims died again..
fucklahhhh!!
klah...
im gna shop after pae
and wait till oc master cum to gif my oc
and hope dat he doesnt kill himself..
and hope my bf does his alevels well
and im practically pissed wif d sec gang
watever lah k...
k now..
gna play my sims

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO


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