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♥ Wednesday, January 03, 2007
2:28 AM

you the master,us the puppets.

What are the odds of your kindergarden friend (who also happens to be a friend of your ex's),having sent your MacD supper to you in the wee hours of the morning?

Not much..but it did to me.

Either it's Him telling me some life-learning lesson.Or it's just a sick joke to add to my already-miserable days,epitome of PMS + a dash of longing for the sorely missed (not that you give a rat's ass).

I hope the bestfriend's okay.She doesn't know how badly she's been missed and how I long for another trip to any place of affliation to my workplace.For us to sit down with a Caramel Frappucino for her and a no-whip Mocha Frappucino for me.

Maybe I'll sleep in early tonight.


And that is Nis's misery talking.
Goodnight,bitch.