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[01 May 2004|11:26pm] |
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watched the filmfest OSAMA at shawcentre on thursday with my mum. it was quite unnerving, sad and...it showed all the sad sides of MEN. FEMINISM! i hate the taliban people. this woman riding on a bike was covered HEAD TO TOE with cloth, and the taliban came up to the man riding with her and said,
'you bastard, how can u let your wife ride on the bicycle with you? dont u know it will arouse men! ask her to cover herself up, her feet are showing.'
like, omg.
its times like these that you know who your true friends really are.
clare, if your talking about like me and the rest, well sorry k. i know we weren't that great as friends that night, but well. even if u arent talking about us. i'm still sorry. HERE is my public apology. the kind that is obligated, cept' this one isn't. its done with FREE WILL. sorry.
and. i have been meeting tim every single day for goodness knows, and today i broke the whopping record. why?
cos i'm grounded. why?
cos i did something i shouldnt have done.
ugh. stop taking my place
bitchbitchbitch.
i feel quite bad. but. really..!
i really love everyone u know.
really.
everyone's like so, beautiful.
okay not everyone.
exercised like MAD today. i think i showered FOUR times.
thats for taking too much milo and tea and other hyper activating stuff. sigh, caffeine.
i love the way you love.
but i hate the way i'm supposed
to love you back.
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[01 May 2004|11:42pm] |
oops.
i just entered the wrong lj and it went,
buggerbuggerbugger wankshit!
HA.
and the tupid S i till poilt!
i have to hit it like. !hard.
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