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Prince - When Doves Cry --> Silke Bischoff - Other Side |
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Last night I decided I couldn't take it any longer, and confronted the two tricks who have been fucking with my mind. One says he just likes me as a "cool girl to hang out with," and the other says he has "walls." Well that's lovely. Well, now I know. I got what I wanted. Now I realize, more than ever, that guys suck. Anyone out there up for a one-night stand? OK! In better news, not to jinx myself, but I have been doing better and better mentally/emotionally. I can make it these last two and a half weeks! And I will enjoy them! :) Sarah and I are going to the Corcoran to see some really cool exhibit by a guy whose name I forgot, hehe. Then I'll be going out later, of course. I can't drink because of the meds, but I _will_ look fabolous. And I will _not_ let Joey get to me, that bastard.
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