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[Mar. 16th, 2008|08:09 pm] |
Dear Media,
FUCK YOU. You don't know me or my ancestors or whatever. AND MY NOSE IS NOT BIG. And for the record? Ella is a egotistical, materialistic bitch who never pulled her weight or lifted a finger to help anyone else. Also? Dumb. Dumb as a rock. Behind that poofy hair? Nothing. The woman talked to mice for god sake. |
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[Feb. 29th, 2008|10:30 am] |
I fear this place has gone to the dogs.
I'm back, did anyone miss me?
I had.. things .. to take care of. |
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[Feb. 28th, 2008|08:42 pm] |
Yo, Mrs. Clemens. This sure as hell isn't Kansas, and I have no idea what's going on.
What is this some Fairytale finishing school or something? Or rather a 'Let's-contain-all-the-villians-because-they-are-stinky-and-bad-even-though-it's-not-their-fault-but-we'll-blame-them-anyway' type of prison?
Either way, I'm pretty sure my being here is like, majorly breaking the rules. |
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