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Thursday, March 26, 2009
Feelin' Hot-Hot-Hot!



THE GREAT GRAND AUNT'S ARRIVAL!
I think.
Hopefully, I save up the money for diapers.
I Hate work.
Bloody changed timetable.
fuck work. fuck life.
Someone just gotta do something to punish that bitch.


God. I wished i died.
Why dont flowers always bloom that way?
I am so gonna declare that I am effing retardedly upset over work now.


Today's life is tiring.
Cant believe that i fall asleep on that Hypnotising Bed of mine.
Met Charm at 5.38pm.
Walked Cityhall and trained down to 85 for BCM.
Yumms. 2 tiger as well.
I am full till the max, AND I HATE GREAT GRAND AUNT'S ARRIVAL.
My tummy is scrawning up like a cooked prawn.
Goodnight, world.
I am dead.