Bastard. Fuck. Whore. Shit. Damn. Hell. Cunt. Cock. Dick. Asshole.   
11:55am 12/03/2003
 
mood: fuck you.
I'm fucking exhausted. And my head still hurts. And some fucker switched around the keys on this keyboard. And a seventh grader is waiting for me to get off the computer. Well, fine. Back to reading Macbeth. -.-		  
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Meh.   
12:03pm 12/03/2003
 
quiz- the dorkiness factor		  
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-Sighs-   
12:07pm 12/03/2003
  -waits for someone to request a list of turn-ons-

Your country is Great Britain
Great Britain


Which country is your country?
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Woo. My turn-ons.   
09:14pm 12/03/2003
 
mood: lonely
My Turn-Ons

-strawberries, raspberries
-painting on your skin with the juice from pomegranate seeds
-cucumbers
-warm blankets on big mattresses on the floor (like a big nest)
-rain
-whipped cream
-flowers, nature
-feathers
-being isolated with your lover, on a hill away from the smog of the city.		  
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Well, I know it's not a big deal...   
09:20pm 12/03/2003
 
mood: lonely
But I got another commercial. This is for Gateway. I dress up like a hippie and say a few words like "mix", "rip", "mpeg-4", and "firewall". Tired. By the way, I'm psychic. Yeah, my creepy dream was partly true. See, though everyone in the other class, EVERYONE EXCEPT THREE PEOPLE, decided to retake the damn test, no one in my class but me wanted to retake it. Even though Nora said she skipped seven problems out of the 25.

Mom's being a whore.

I love you Mike. ♥.♥

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