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[16 Aug 2003|10:36pm] |
First thing you can all do- 1) Stay the fuck out of my business. I told her. It's done. Fuck off. Don't turn my life into a psychodrama. It was done. It was sorted. You all unsorted it. Thanks. 2) Don't presume any of you are my friends. You know who you are. I'm off to Manchester for a new life. Don't contact me, don't call me, don't ask where I am. I don't want to know any of you. 3) Sit on my outstretched finger and rotate. I hope a car wreck finds you all.
In the words of Chris...sticks and stones may break my bones...but I can throw them harder.
I'm off to get a new journal. Bye.
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[14 Aug 2003|04:58am] |
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The bongparty continues. Today I shall get shithoused, thankyou very much.
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[28 Jul 2003|02:26am] |

You get the picture xxx
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