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Thursday, October 14, 2010

On Being Sat At The Open Evening, Dismally Bored, With 1.5 Hours To Go

Very nearly smacking my head against a table.
When those blokes come back with their pink tshirts, I am SO going to find Sarah.
Even though she's a cow.
Gah.
So unispired.
Lonelyyyyyyy
Ever so lonellyyyyyyyyy
*smack*
If I've died of boredom by the time anyone gets this, please cremate me?
Please?
I don't want to lie in a big box in the ground, getting slowly eaten by worms.  Ack.
Dear archaeologists of the future.
Sorry for not being your next biggest discovery, but try some other graveyard, 'kay?
ARGHHHHHH.
Why, why why??
Dear Harry, if you read this and I am dead, it's because you didn't pick up your phone and come see me in town while I waited.
ALL
YOUR
FAULT.


I may kill myself like THIS.
That would be dead good.
(Ba-boom-bm chssssssh).
Much prettier than hanging myself or shooting myself or poisoning myself or making like a monk and burning myself.
Flowers and shit :D
Much joy.
I rather like floating.
Haven't done it in a while.
Figured when my bum starting dragging me down into the water it was either time to stop eating cake or excercise.
I genuinely like cake better than I want a small butt.
Especially cheesecake.
PINK SHIRT BOYS ARE BACK.
Adios, biatches. xxx

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