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♥ Friday, April 3, 2009
11:00 PM


I love anne, yes i do. I'll say it again.
I love anne, yes i do. I'll say it again.
I love anne, yes i do. I'll say it again.
and again and again.
I'm awfully bloated, like a pig with bangs. Bang Bang! I miss my sms and msn buddy. Sigh, they are all so busy that i have to vent all my feelings onto this pathetic blog. I feel awfully bloated now. I feel like vomitting it all out to get rid of the disgusting feeling. But if i do, i will get hungry again and then i eat more and more.
I want to watch the Changeling. I think it's really interesting. Why am i writing like this? Well, cus i like so. Got a problem?
I'm still brainstorming for the art competition.
And tasha, you know i have a pet dog named Jasper. (Hints) Gah, i'm still working on the story about Leina and Xander. It's hard okay to think of a GOOD storyboard. Hmm. Oh i also want that picture. Yes, that picture which Tasha takes out from a orangr envelope to make Bernie jealous. She says it's like a drug to us. She said she could print it out us, IN BLACK AND WHITE so we can admire - day and night. I wished she would have just opened her big mouth and ask who he was. Standing beside him somemore...touching him!
Okaay, you read nothing. You all imagined it. Imagination.