March 1, 2003
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I’m really happy about my sisters newest guy-interest thing, whatever it is that is happening. I don’t really know b/c a part of me is just telling me…”so hungry…must eat crushed Doritos!” He seems really nice and I tried my best to scare him with my eccentricities, and I was even MORE sarcastic then usual (if that’s even possible) but he handled the situation quite well. My tendency toward sass-back didn’t even make him blink. That means he’s one of three things 1) mentally retarded (that would explain the handicap sign), 2) deaf (that would also explain the handicap sign), or 3) a cool guy. I hope, for my sisters sake that it’s 2…I mean 3! War har!
As for what is happening in my sisters life, I must say this…to whomever is hurting her (and you know who you are, even though I doubt you would ever read this xanga b/c I’m just a poor little child who has no real reason to live other than the fact that I love shopping and Burberry) STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM MY SISTER! GET A FUCKING LIFE! YOU ARE SO DAMN PATHETIC THAT IT MAKES ME WANT TO VOMIT. MOVE ON, SHE DOESN’T LOVE YOU ANYMORE; YOU ARE ONLY HURTING HER BECAUSE YOU KNOW WITHOUT HER YOU ARE WORTHLESS…I WOULD FEEL PITY FOR YOU AND YOUR SITUATION IF YOU WEREN’T A CHAUVANISTIC APE! BUT YOU ARE, SO TOUGH LUCK YOU FUCKING FOOL!…
So yeah. Other than that, life is pretty boring. I’m sorry for having to use such language around all of you, as if I don’t swear in real life. But I’m hungry…all of my newly acquired food is calling to me (“eat us loretta…you know you want to…”). Drool. I bought this fruit sorbet…drool x2…so hungry…must eat…but I will be going to dinner soon…but the sorbet is here…now…gaaa! Sometimes I think I act like I’m 12 or something…well I don’t care. Acting like I’m stupid makes me happy, just like changing the pasts of people I’ve never met also makes me happy.
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I LOVE YOU TIFFANIE (in the heterosexual-friendship sort of way only)! YOU ROCK!
–lor–
