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Sunday, July 29, 2007
12:57 AM
part 2 of what the world's coming to:
the long bus rides are afterall enjoyable. hmmm, of course depending on who i'm with
dogs n cats scare the s outta me
on how i just seem unaffected by the new girl. of this i cant explain why
the ever so spastic and irritating way we have to sound like robots saying with the most enthu (of what i call:bimbotic) voice of ours "YES! CERTAINLY!"
the way i'm sposed to smile to the teacher that tries to immitate my voice in front of the class. suck some balls pls, you,who stand with your boobs sticking out in mid air. (refer to the point above, thats her doings as well)Labels: come on team
