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7/14/04 07:06 pmDear Journal,
I feel like shit, and Biff still hasn't asked me to the big dance.What's a girl to do?
If I felt any crappier, I'd have to do myself a serious damage. What pisses me off most is, I know why I feel crappy.
You know, when I were a girl, there was no talk of PMS. You just went into the damn yurt, and shut the hell up for a week.No,not really. I'm just...bored.And got a leetle headache.Just this teeny weeny little fucker that's nibbling the edge of my self control away...
And Biff's not likely to ask me to the big dance, Muffy saw him blowing Brad under the bleachers.
I feel like shit, and Biff still hasn't asked me to the big dance.What's a girl to do?
If I felt any crappier, I'd have to do myself a serious damage. What pisses me off most is, I know why I feel crappy.
You know, when I were a girl, there was no talk of PMS. You just went into the damn yurt, and shut the hell up for a week.No,not really. I'm just...bored.And got a leetle headache.Just this teeny weeny little fucker that's nibbling the edge of my self control away...
And Biff's not likely to ask me to the big dance, Muffy saw him blowing Brad under the bleachers.
Re: kilts
7/15/04 04:31 am (UTC)I have a pic of Mr. Roxy I hold dear in shorts and workboots...good times, good times.Where is that damn thing, I'll post it if I find it...