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If you’re wondering about the other disaster and I, we are done. That is all.
Tim Gunn would say Carry On and I would agree.
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Yes, it can often be difficult to come to terms with the fact that you’re just simply a slut!
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Question: How much of a giant tool do I have to be before someone sends threatening letters to me too. I’m already trying my best to be a huge cunt on my blog.
And the Smug Bitch award goes to…
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Don’t even know how to begin this entry because I’m not quite sure who’s currently reading this (well I have a general presumptuous idea but I am still uncertain). I rather enjoy directly addressing people when I write so I wish you’d give me an indication of whether you’re stalking me (!!! and not otherwise, please)
If you are, I propose we make a game out of it just to keep things exciting. Every time I write a new entry, how about you slyly refer to it during dinner so you can watch me squirm in my seat.
Good talk last night; I’m beginning to realize that this will never progress to anything more than verbal sparring because between the both of us, it’s quite obvious that there might just be a little too much arrogance in the room. We talk too much. We don’t really like the same things. You’re not emotionally damaged enough for me. I won’t treat you nice (sorry I don’t paint pictures of people so they’d look pretty). I’m won’t back the fuck down in case you were wondering…it’s simply not my style – much rather spend my time bleeding people dry. Seeing this through till Ground Zero.
Nnnghh, so sick of humanity. Humans can be so fucking stupid sometimes.
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Reporting to you live via my cellphone on the way home from yet another weekday slumber party (josie you minx!). I hate paying for taxi surcharges so much more than sneaking in and out at 7 in the morning, feeling like last night’s dirty whore – just for dramatic effect I think I will reach into my underwear and pull out loose change to pay for the fare.
This time around though I am far more rested than before. Oddly enough I spent the majority of the early morning tossing in the bed, lying through my teeth and mulling over trivialities. That sinking uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach is still there, and it gets a little worse every time. If I could describe how it felt I would liken it to the effect you get when the cute blonde girl in slasher flicks hears a noise and decides to ‘check things out’. Somebody, is going to get hurt real bad.
Sure you make my heart beat ten times faster. But only because I’m going into cardiac arrest. Maybe Ben Gibbard was right, love really is watching someone die.
