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May 2012
Judge me, please judge me tell me what I don’t see, let me know what a stranger thinks. Is this skirt too short for you? Is my hair too tangled for you? Please I need to figure a few things out and this would clarify a few small holes that seemed to have appeared. You think my breath stinks? Ohhh I’m not wearing enough make up? Well speak up! Wait is it? Look I’m so lost at the moment that you might just need to leave a message. Find some paper and a pen on the floor there’s a sharpie over there, write something’s down, some f.y.i.’s for me to ponder on when I come out from under my bed. Let me quickly brush my teeth, the dynamic of my mouth is off-putting. My belly button kind of hurts and the speakers on my computer are disgusting so silence might be actually easier to handle right now. I have felt tipsy all day, swaying back and forth and my mouth is all scratchy and it hurts to swallow; like a shot. Where is Christina? Why hasn’t she called yet? The party starts at 9 and it’s already 8:37. I hope she is alright. She’s just probably laying in the tub, listening to the national or Angus and Julia. Who knows? I hope I see her soon I want to start drinking, and I am already high.
Adellebee
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Adellebee  28/F/Victoria
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