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Friday, November 18, 2005
" What the hell? And you said it was OK...? ; 12:45 PM "

This is sad ol' me crying. Read a bit more of this post and you will know why. Oh my, my bleached hair?!
The anger is actually welling up. But I'm kinda probing myself to say that it's "ok". Ah, oh well, it is the last day of school. I'll only have to last with this annoying feeling for maybe-two days? And then, I'm free mother, FREE!!!

Yes, so, tomorrow we all have to suffer with the feeling, or rather, (GRANT) is the problem of mine! WAAAHHHH...I'm so sad. And I'm sadistic. I'm thinking of letting Grant die.

Thank you! (For your snorting and grunting whilst reading this sadistic-mocha-locha-filled post.)

PS: Tomorrow's the farewell party. Scared.

xoxox





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