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Journal of a vain, sarcastic twenty-something female with no clear goals in life. I'd do something about it, but I'm too lazy.


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My sister and I are going to the mall today. I cannot wait to stuff my face with low-calorie sandwiches from Subway. Gee, I swear to God I have thighs the size of Russia. I'd take in another litre of Coke Lite per day, if only to lessen my hunger pains, but that'd be close to suicide! And I'm too young and kindhearted to die ( Read more... )

I took out my old ball gown and took a few pictures of it. It was designed by the late great Joe Salazar, and I wore it to a charity ball my grandmother and her friends hosted at the Westin Plaza Hotel. I was the club's muse, which meant I had to waltz around with my escort: some congressman's son whose name I no longer recall. It was hard to dance ( Read more... )

Everyone is rooting for Britney Spears, but I say...


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Nothing beats receiving fifty-five texts overnight from random people off my mobile phonebook, half of them wishing me ill luck/a good day/true love/a slow and painful death, and the other half just wanting to say "hey". If there's anything that sets me off, it's people wanting to say "hey". It is much worse than receiving the same worn-out ( Read more... )