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Wednesday, July 23, 2008 !@#$% 8:51 PM

This song that I had only sang for just a few.

and as I write this, Ville Valo's melodic chords calms the oceans of voices that interupts my thoughts. aww, I sound like a dead bitch.
jacketing myself out of the cold, I feel sick all over again. regreted that I ate McD's and drank ice water while still in this condition. what condition? BAD! but I hafta admit that I had a greatgreat time just now. happy birthday my bitch, you little minx of a bestie you.
went to PARTEH! at Mcs. then headed to bedok skatepark.
or whatever the hell that place is called. took awesomeawesome photos of ourselves. fed each other jellybeans. yum! && for some reason, that kindda sounds uberly wrong. anyways.
was funfunfun from then on. had totally a lot of stunts pulled of. for instance; people trying to pull me down the skating ramp. because my bitches are mean like that.

oh, did you get what you deserved?

random. anyways. had fun, all in all. oh, and Jon wanted me to say something about him but I forgot what. *shrugs* sucks for you, dick!
ending this with a note; Jonne Aaron still says he won't let go of me, I keep him believing; because I rock that kindda shit.



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