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Thursday, November 22, 2007

Role model.

I think I'm allowed to hate him. I should be able to ignore him if I want to. Go over to his house and take my stuff back. Stop talking to him. Deny him out of existence. Hate his voice and his unfunny jokes and how he repeats himself so much. Not reply when he says he loves me.
Posted by Kaley at 11:08 PM

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      • In the mood for Indian food.
      • Sin numeros.
      • Exposure.
      • Study food.
      • He doesn't believe in Jesus.
      • No, I don't know where.
      • She doesn't really have a hunch.
      • It's totally one word.
      • Role model.
      • Here's to driving home in the rain with one headli...
      • As a point of reference, she says "guitar" like it...
      • Dear compy,
      • I fear I will not be able to kiss my boyfriend for...
      • 39 and 6,000 grains.
      • Taking over me.
      • Oh god, moving makes it worse!
      • Where my people at?
      • So sorry to choose him over you...
      • But about that other thing...
      • Scent of Rebellion
      • "It is estimated that sarin is more than 500 times...
      • If you ask, you're missing the point.
      • Hey, go poop somewhere.
      • Mmm, Fresh Polka Dots...
      • And Oh! The land, she bleeds!
      • Feast for Fatty.
      • Oh, the boobies!
      • Obvious Contrast
      • Black, white, and clawed.
      • NaBloPoMo

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