the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.



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7:12 p.m. + 2005-05-04 = magic, generally, requires smoke and mirrors.

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fuck.

that shirt that used to fit you just-perfectly when you were at the furthest-end of the scale you had ever been in your entire life, is too small. and you know for fact that it could not have shrunk in the wash. and you wish you were student-living in Uppsala again. and you're giving serious thought to not attending the first annual kitchenstaffQuest for the Jucy Lucy outing.

and why hasn't your waistline increased in inches, but in fact, gotten smaller?

i don't know; that's a damn good question.

maybe you shouldn't be a fallen vegetarian anymore. and fix your fucking bike! cardio, cardio, cardio!

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comments?? --->[thisaway]--->[[looks to me as though there are...]]---> 0 repercussions thus far

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