i'm gonna censor every vulgarity here. i'm so freaking pissed can? it's my darn birthday. oh well, not my birthday to my mum. it's just a ****** golfing day for me. what the heck? i wont have any mood to train at all alright? so what's the damn point? ****** **** i really hate today. so screwed up can. poo poo gang planned a lunch for me. all she had to do was say no, and for me to obey. so stupid of me. super s*** can? even my coach says i can not come today. i'm so freaking pissed with her. i have nothing to say not gonna talk to her if not i'll lose to her cos she always claims she's right. can you imagine spending your time playing golf? i have no freaking mood for it can. s***ter. s***er. what the crap.
dear, must love me to atoms and molecules. bwahahas. (: only can smile to you. bleaghs.
and that's the story of the heart; at 2:22 PM
Monday, February 28, 2005
i'm gonna censor every vulgarity here. i'm so freaking pissed can? it's my darn birthday. oh well, not my birthday to my mum. it's just a ****** golfing day for me. what the heck? i wont have any mood to train at all alright? so what's the damn point? ****** **** i really hate today. so screwed up can. poo poo gang planned a lunch for me. all she had to do was say no, and for me to obey. so stupid of me. super s*** can? even my coach says i can not come today. i'm so freaking pissed with her. i have nothing to say not gonna talk to her if not i'll lose to her cos she always claims she's right. can you imagine spending your time playing golf? i have no freaking mood for it can. s***ter. s***er. what the crap.
dear, must love me to atoms and molecules. bwahahas. (: only can smile to you. bleaghs.
and the story ends like this; at 2:22 PM
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