Local girl has been far too busy (serving food to fat americans and writing english essay in her lunchbreak and eating ice cream with girlfriends and pulling cute boys) to update. But y'all can stop panicking (or however the fuck you spell that word), she's here now. Mainly to gloat about how she pulled sexyboy tonight. Go her. Its 3am. She's sitting in her dressing gown and fuck-me-boots (whenever she says that she thinks of puss-in-boots. Which is probably more approriate than it seems to small children...), eating honey nut cornflakes from the box with fingers that smell of smoke (because she smoked all night and is going to die of lung cancer, but doesn't care because she pulled the one boy she had to pull before she died) and hoping she didn't wake her parents when she came in and thinking that, although its sorta strange without Boy, she likes this whole not being in a relationship thing. Lastly, before local girl goes to get some sleep and overcome her irritating talking in the third person habit, if you are a boy she linked to her diary a couple of days ago, click here. She has something to say.
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* the marks of memories forgotten
* wasting emotions, over again
* intentions, and such
* nothing unusual, nothing's changed - just a little older, that's all (damien rice : amie)
* now I understand! It doesn't make sense because it isn't supposed to
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