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| 09:11pm 26/07/2005 |
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I need to get the fuck out of here. The people here within like a 20-30 mile radius are either fucking corny or as intelligent and interesting as a piece of lint. You would think crossing the state border would change that, but no, it fucking gets worse on all sides. I'm buying my ticket and getting out of here ASAP. By the time people actually get a fucking clue, I might as well go kill myself. SCUM. |
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| Damn. |
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| 04:46pm 03/05/2005 |
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That sucks. My cell phone bill this month is $415. |
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| I held its innocence within my heart, now I won't let go. |
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| 12:18am 04/04/2005 |
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I need a haircut real bad. I want to chop it real short, like I had a couple years back, when I would dye it all a mess of colors. But then I remember, I got bored real easily. I don't know if I'm ready to part yet. It's just getting out of control. |
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| Feel guilty. |
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| 11:23pm 24/03/2005 |
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mood:  annoyed
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Why are people such compulsive liars??? Fuck off. Stop bothering me. |
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| "All I wanna do is knock boots." |
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| 08:57am 19/12/2004 |
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mood:  determined
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Damn. I woke up early so I could get some GTA and Need for Speed action in. After that, I really, really have to study. It's do or die. "Whateva, motherfucker, you don't scare me." |
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| The FUZZ. |
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| 11:48pm 12/12/2004 |
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mood:  giddy
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Let me just say that this weekend was crazy, and I loved every second of it. Wow. Finally getting to bed. |
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| I suck. |
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| 11:10am 30/10/2004 |
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mood:  discontent
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Dammit, all my favorite shows are sold out. Blah, I need to remember these things. |
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| Can you see the line where the water ends? |
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| 04:09pm 19/10/2004 |
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mood: irate
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What the fuck, I'm about to go deck someone. The fucking plumber just came to fix the nasty leak coming from the tub in the bathroom. He fucking blew up my doorbell, seriously pushed that thing like 30 times, no joke. I'm reading my book, and I'm just like, "What the fuck?" So I go to answer my door, and the fucking dude gives me the dirtiest look. "Why didn't you tell me you were home? I thought I told you when you got home today to tell me. Otherwise, I can't fix anything because you have to shower tonight. Now, it's too late!!" I guess he was the same fucker that rang my door a few hours ago, just that by the time I got to the door no one was there. And he had fucking rang the thing 20 times in a row too. He was fucking screaming, so I fucking shot back a dirty look, and I told him I didn't even fucking talk to him yesterday, so how the fuck was I supposed to know. He talked to my dad yesterday, so go fucking bring it up with him. He didn't even say anything in return. He just fucking left.
So now I'm all pissed because that guy had a funky fucking attitude. What the fuck? If you don't want to do the job, then fucking go home. You're not my fucking plumber, you're the landlord's fucking plumber so how the hell am I supposed to contact you??
Besides, we fucking told the landlord about the problem like almost two months ago. So now they decide to get all serious about the job? Seriously, I don't give a fuck, because the landlord pays the water bill, not me, so keep on leaking. The end. How are you going to come into someone's place to do a job with that lack of professionalism? You get hit with the wrench instead. |
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