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Thursday, September 28, 2006

*cries*

Okay.

Everybody either be nice to me today or leave me alone.

I dreamed I fought with Velma.

My deodorant that Terrie bought me for the trip to Grampy's funeral is almost gone. (And yes, I'm fully aware it's stupid to be in tears over deodorant that I don't even like. I'm allowed.)

I'm hormonal and hurty and (obviously) whiny and and and.

*sniff*

So there.

Ha.

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