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i want the job at the floral shop and i really don't know why.
i hate working and i love flowers.
kelsey should tell caroline to come find me and give my hair a trim.
we rock for having the exact same hair.
i feel sick and i need to eat something.
i believe in keeping songs on repeat for hours.
a man just showed up with a package and i had to sign for it on a scary computer thing.
my stomach is more tan than my legs.
i bought tangerine runuculas last night.
i hope dani and i go get ice cream at Madonna Inn on friday.
i think kelsey and caroline should come with us.
you have to dress up like wenches, though.
we can go back to Los Osos and have our mexican fiesta.
i think it's obvious i miss kelsey and caroline.
they're the only reason i would go back to Morro Bay High.
now i hate San Luis High, and i want to go to PB.
people fucking suck.
i might start staying at my Dad's because i miss walking to Chapala Market for mexican candy and then across the street to the beach in the morning.
those were good mornings.
i miss my stepsister.
i miss my empty room with the chinese mirrors and all matching wicker furniture.
i almost miss the smell.
i don't miss the memories.
i don't want to sleep in that bed again, it holds everything i need to forget.
maybe i'll just get a lock on my door.
fill my little pink bookcase back up.
sit in the sun at the beach with my mexican candy.
walk up the street to Matiana's and let her cook for me and give me 40's hairstyles.
let Alejo finally teach me how to dance.
i'm not shy anymore.
my boyfriend has the hottest butt, ever.
i love rambling.