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Friday, October 03, 2008

this thursday i was

a little late for work
spent a little too long over lunch
was a little bored at work
had a little ache on my shoulders the whole day
was a little delighted at getting zara rip-offs at you know that place that sells zara rip-offs

and tmr i'm gonna wear drop crotch all black ensemble with heels to work
and when i fall, i'm gonna pick myself up.

and now i'm in a fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck mode over the lifehouse concert
obviously i've been pretty isolated and antisocial. haven't heard a single shit of the concert, and now i'm not sure if there's anyone i know who might be remotely into lifehouse.

haha wat the fuck

THE AUTHOR

graduating. and pretty much lost. black hair, brown eyes, never sick of sashimi.

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