(It's from a book.)
Am an abominably whiny bundle of misery tonight. Thank you, hormones.
Although I really think I'm going to blame it on the bad hair. I've been growing it out/cutting it myself for the past six months and it's gone beyond my ability to control. Bad hair depresses me. It doesn't just ruin my day, it ruins all the days I have to deal with it, starting from the first moment I get up.
And this spell of horrid hair blahness ends Monday. Thank God.
Tuesday, February 22, 2005
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love you, sarah peters.
oh yeah, well i lub you.
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what more could a girl want?
thanks, gang.
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