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| 01:14pm 01/03/2009 |
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mood:  bouncy
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no more messing around worrying about shit.
well, maybe sometimes. but i can't change anything, so i might as well accept it and get on with life.
everyone, stop bitching with me. it will be an enriching experience, i promise.
and don't misunderstand the grammar, whatever you do. i mean 一緒にstop worrying about itしましょう -- let's all of us together quit complaining for a while and talk about something nice.
also: Don't shit your pants.
and to luvotomy, i'm sorry i got so upset with you. i guess it was stupid. but whatever... i've known you forever. it's way too much work to stay upset for too long. i mean that as a good thing. sorry if the phrasing is ambiguous. :3
holy shit, i might know how to place things diagonally for my sims now. *runs off frantically to test it*
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