Except that I sort of feel like killing you.
Oh, and you. You. You who I swore I'd never speak to again.
I wanna talk to you.
At least I've cleaned up my desk.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Jealousy
Oh yes, I'm so very happy for you. Incredibly. He's really very hot. And yes your new haircut is fabulous. I know I know I know that you know that someone will come along for me soon. I appreciate your faith. Really.
Except that I sort of feel like killing you.
Oh, and you. You. You who I swore I'd never speak to again.
I wanna talk to you.
At least I've cleaned up my desk.
Except that I sort of feel like killing you.
Oh, and you. You. You who I swore I'd never speak to again.
I wanna talk to you.
At least I've cleaned up my desk.
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