Dear ….
Friday, October 29th, 2004 @ 3:43 pm | Curse-spouter
Dear ….
Or whoever you are. I think you're public enough to be safe. I have to rant.
Dear ….
I'm in such a confusion. I don't know what I want to do with my life anymore.
Dear ….
Are you there? Were you listening to me?
Dear ….
Good God, I'm so sorry for everything. Just pluck me out of this abyss. I'm just lost.
Dear ….
Why the heck doesn't this stupid yo-yo snap?!!! Jeesh you're confusing my readers!!
Dear ….
I'm going to watch The Terminal tomorrow. Will it be a good show? I hope the company is nice.
Dear ….
Please God, please give me strength and a very very thick skin to face whatever might come tomorrow.
Dear ….
Well, all in the life of me. Ha.
October 30th, 2004 at 3:49 am
any thicker ur face will be made into the side of George W Bush’s bulletproof limo.
October 30th, 2004 at 9:07 am
The world of blogs is very small. You may or may not be pleased to know that me and my newfound friend here in London trade blog URLs for some blog-reading. Guess what the first site he gave me was: minishorts.net.
November 1st, 2004 at 1:56 pm
mini, you suicidal or what? Call Befrienders.
November 1st, 2004 at 4:53 pm
zorro: mini has never been happier. not suicidal at all. haha