April 22nd, 2003

OMG

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My boobs keep trying to escape this tank top. That frightens me. They usually don't do this. Attempt to make a break for freedom, that is.

"Me, depressing? I'm like a little ray of sunshine. *snerk* I'm more cheerful than a dozen hamsters. Or THREE dozen snails. That's a lot of cheer, if you don't know the metric to snail conversion."

My breasts have now been described as "siren flesh spires". I shall die laughing. Michael is a strange and somewhat demented man.
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