someday, my prince will come
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blogs are dramaticised. mine, in particular, being especially so.
self-dilute my satirical nonsense, as you deem fit. i am generally a lot lesser than my insubstantial vernacular. comments are generally unappreciated and ignored. unless you have been involved in a clandestine scandal with me, i will pretend to be ignorant to your cognizance of this humble presence. i am on a perpetuated diet. i am unbelievably stubborn. i am ridiculously fickle-minded. i am full of shit. i know. |
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golden key @ 00:09
daddy gave mummy a golden key on her 21st birthday. (yes, they know each other for that long already. makes u wonder why mummy only popped me out so much later.) today, mummy was talking about taking it to the jeweller's to get it polished. i think she's gonna give it to me. she's talked about it before, and i didnt think she was serious. but i think so now. i hope she doesnt give me the huge heart pendant with their initials engraved that she got for her dunno which birthday. my dad was damn orbit back then, or maybe i should say clueless. lolx. i shall see if i can snap snap and post it here. u're all gonna faint. oh, ah fang, u can forget about giving me a key on my birthday already. blehs. i only have one neck and i dowan to look like a christmas tree. wishlist? Wednesday, May 9, 2007  |