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❝JOLO❞
Note to self: Before you fall for someone, make sure they’re ready to catch you.
It's the good girls who keep diaries; the bad girls never have the time. Tallulah Bankhead
Well then, i can't decide if i'm good or bad.

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Sunday, May 10, 2009 @ 3:34 PM
Okay, this mother's day pretty sucks.
i didn't see my spiritual mom today, because shes got like stomachache.
So i can't hug her in church.
While everybody else was crying and hugging their moms during altar call.
And bel and me were like RUTH YOU ARE SO DEAD.
To add on the misery, i was late for usher today, i didn't even make it in time for the offerings.
(Shit, i'm beginning to resemble a pig.)
And what's worse, i have to study like now for math stat tomorrow.
And after math stat, i can't rest because of PIPC.
And after PIPC, there's HAP.
And Next week, i believe there's like OBC quiz.
And another two weeks later, there're term tests.
AND ONLY FIVE PIGS WISHED ME SO FAR.

Damn, who said poly was easy.