i have got to stop reading hilarious books in school. all the effort i use to keep my laughter inside is making me short of breath. but my god. the book is so terribly funny i laugh out loud when im home. so you can imagine. AMANDA. shut up! im trying to watch tv/talk on the phone/read my own book/get a life. but who cares. its the funniest book ive ever read and my pathetic sadistic life NEEDS cheering up. oh lifes not getting any better, not to worry jerk. youve messed it up pretty good.

i need to start talking to you people. really. i cannot stand this anymore. i feel like the butter in bewteen two pieces of toast. which MEANS im sandwiched REAAAAALLY close to two opposite parties. which is as uncomfrotable as it sounds. really at this rate ill have to start earning money on a daily basis.

divya. i need to call you. like bimbo with you or something. cos seriously. my life is like putting clothes and blood in the washing machine. what comes out is not pretty. at all. oh why am i asking divya? cos shes the only bimbo i know who actually undertands what im babbling half the time. hey dont blame us if we have such great telephathy. her first conversation with me was practically a 10 second introduction to her absurd love for drawing. it was, to say the least, a whole lot of babble.

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