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Thursday, February 24, 2005
I knew that was the case. I've had a nagging suspicion.
WTF. It's over at least.
And I shall be noble about it, cos seriously, I don't really wanna care.
And don't call me a jealous bitch. Cos I'm not.
I"m glam. You're not.
I'm fetch. You're not.

Oh yeah, if you think I'm talking about you, you must be guilty about something.

Broken promises. Fabricated lies.

Don't say ilu when you don't mean it.

Cos it'll make you look pathetic.

I'm done venting.

Out.



BimboQueen
2/24/2005 12:09:00 am

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The BimboQueen

Serene Loo; Femme; 19 September 1987; Nineteen going on Twenty; Mass Communication Graduate; Account Management Executive; Nightlife; Retail therapy & more retail therapy; Very trigger happy; hayzelle@hotmail.com