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nursing home new year's to party hardy in.... well anyway i looked hot
YOU KNOW! aaack. at 12:01 the entire country became inflamed with senioritis. now that it's officially our graduation year.... i don't know what we're going to do. i. am. so. ready. to. be. done. not to say i'm not increasingly terrified of collegiate prospects.... but high school i'm done with. done with it. so. done. with. it. ...and you know i'm serious by my excessive use of periods. HAPPY NEW YEAR! ~~~~~ p.s. mollface covered it pretty well... except "tickled brat to death" was the biggest understatement ever in your life. they killed me. i was dead. they left me whimpering on the floor, a shell of the person i once was. i am now a vegetable. and i hate them. FIN. 6:38 p.m., Thursday, Jan. 01, 2004 |
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