i love you sasprincess_suiJune 24 2005, 01:27:16 UTC
my beautiful sas. How to describe how much you helped today. Oh how to decribe. Oh I cannot. You are so beautiful and nice and caring and have the best cheering up methods and I don't know how I could have coped, you were the bright ray in my terribly cloudy day. And that Tripod fest was better than any therapy anyone could have given me and its making me cry thinking about it and I have to stop right now before I turn into a blubbering mess since I have to go to Chem tutoring in three seconds. Thankyou for listening and loving me and understanding and just EVERYTHING and if Lisha is reading thankyou to you too my precious. And just to top off my terrible day Jerk Boy lived up to his name, if you can beleive. Normally I would not let this get me down. But I almost cried so many times. Now I have posted in your comments page!!! I will go and say this all again on my actual live journal. Just again. Thankyou so much. I owe you chocolate and cuddles and you are so talented, so so talented and congratulations on winning the part of a
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hey sas, thanky for your sexiness the other night, much appreciated... so whats the low down with this boy i hear?????? any intruigue there? if so, i say full pace ahead...
hey i might have something at mine sometime this week so ill keep you 'post'-ed eh eh eh get it POST-ed??? yeah... :)
SAS! WHAT BOY?!!?!?!? You never tell me ANYthing anymore! Don't you LOVE me? I think you dont LOVE me. thats what I THINK. YOU DONT LOVE ME!!!!! This is unacceptable. Call me. Those squiggles that I wrote into your diary are my telephone number. Press the buttons that correspond with those numbers on your telephone. (nb not ur microvave, that will achieve nothing) And then if an elderly gentleman who doesn't speak english very well answers and yells down the house for me, do not despair, that is my grandpa and either my brother or I will eventually pick up the phone. If my brother picks up, ask him to speak to me. If I pick up, speak to me. That is all. Love!
Love ya Sui, as you wellity wellity knowest. You are sweet and hot and (especially) fat, and it's a pleasure to be able to do something for you once in a while. As to boy... ...well...nothing much happening, so don't you worry your little head about it.
No. Thank YOU for you awesomeness and hot-arse parties and your general fab-ness all round. And, (bec and I realised on the way home), for being the best host EVER! ROCK!
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hey i might have something at mine sometime this week so ill keep you 'post'-ed eh eh eh get it POST-ed??? yeah... :)
well i best be off,
once again, thankyou, and em, and bec
much love.
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SAS! WHAT BOY?!!?!?!? You never tell me ANYthing anymore! Don't you LOVE me? I think you dont LOVE me. thats what I THINK. YOU DONT LOVE ME!!!!! This is unacceptable. Call me. Those squiggles that I wrote into your diary are my telephone number. Press the buttons that correspond with those numbers on your telephone. (nb not ur microvave, that will achieve nothing) And then if an elderly gentleman who doesn't speak english very well answers and yells down the house for me, do not despair, that is my grandpa and either my brother or I will eventually pick up the phone. If my brother picks up, ask him to speak to me. If I pick up, speak to me. That is all. Love!
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...well...nothing much happening, so don't you worry your little head about it.
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P.S...a little intrigue...perhaps...
Love (lots)
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