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Saturday, December 29, 2007
" pon poo poo ; 8:32 PM "

i am exhausted. I've been slaving away at some totally pointless homework and I'm getting stress zits. note to self : never enjoy the holidays / then you realise that you're stuck with homework that is S-H-I-T.

oh my god; i heard that there was this old woman who was like so bored during new years' last year, she actually stuffed her dead dog and put it up in her house. is that FREAKAYE or what?! no matter how much i loved a dog/creature/ignoramus, i would never stuff it up with like tissue or something, after it dies. eeew.

imagine a dead furry thing staring at you in the night. and i'm not talking about david hasselhoff, please.

someone do my shit work for me, please? i hate it.







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