Birfday

If stupid-heads are allowed to fill their diaries with quiz results and the same word, copy-and-pasted, over and over, then I am allowed to have a nonsense entry on my

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BIRTHDAY!!!!

I'm 15. Eat that, bitchezzzz.

I'm waiting for my friends to get here, to help me wreak havoc on the mall and its patrons. Sammie and I had a long conversation, and ended up writing a ridiculous movie-script type story about our adventures in stealing bracelets in the mall, and then somehow finding Carson and Kyan from Queer Eye in the parking lot, taking them home to my basement, which Thom had decorated as a bar, and making out with them. I think she posted it, and I'd link you, but she's locked and since I'm special I CAN READ IT AND YOU CAN'T! Muah.

Also, we are going to see hot Depp-on-Bloom action. Or, you know, whatever that movie's called...Yeah, I know there was a plot somewhere. Their hotness and eyeliner is distracting.

Yo sho'ties, it's mah birfday.

Disclaimer: If you read all that shit, well, you're either stupid or very patient. Or something. Because it was shit. SHIT SHIT SHIT.

*does cartwheels*

*breakdances*

2003-08-01 @ 3:14 p.m.

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