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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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My maid and I.
Saturday, August 22, 2009 @ 4:31 PM

Maid: Jo, you still want those flowers?
Me: What flowers?
Maid: The flowers your brought home! Smelly already.
Me: I brought home flowers? When?
Maid: I dont know, this year i think maybe valentine's day.
Me: (Finally takes a look at the bouquet of flowers) That's not mine!
Maid: It is! I swear your brought it home! This year!
Me: This year? Comfirm not mine already. It's mom's.
Maid: NO, ITS YOURS.
Me: THIS YEAR I WHERE GOT BRING HOME FLOWERS. ASK MOM.
Me: MOM ARE THOSE YOURS?!
Ma: Which one? Oh, yeah that one your father give one, never-mind can throw away already.
( It was kind of pathetic, just one stalk of rose, because my father isn't the romantic kind, unfortunately.)
Me: SEE NIKA. NOT MINE.
Maid: How i know, you got so many.

Yeah yeah, just now still swear. My maid doesn't believe i don't have a boyfriend. How cute. I swear she has one. I saw one sweetie something in her phone contacts. And her display picture. oh my goodness, don't even want to know more. Maybe it's a secret affair :O