Monday, December 12, 2005

 

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So, it would appear that Myspace was just being fucked up, and that in fact, he was home and checking his account, if not during the day, at least during the evening yesterday.
Those Myspacers shouldn't mess with a girl's heart like that. I could have leaped off of a skyscraper in the meantime, I was so distraught. I should send them a strongly worded email about screwing with people's emotional and mental stability.
Or maybe I should just take a chill pill. But that seems unlikely. Hating Myspace feels more attainable.

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