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[vera_calida]

it boggles the mind that one does not eventually become hardened to certain aspects of life. in all other senses of the word, those who know me best would say that i am hardened; i don't let it been seen when i'm affected, unless in the company of those i love. yet there always remains that one point of weakness. they can hit, and i am powerless.

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[hopelessopinion]

i didnt see the skirt, but they're a douche anyway. kill them.

well, kill them right after you correctly spell dillinger four.

lovemags.

[vera_calida]

right. doing that now.

[yarki]

What the hell? It wasn't Andrew who said that, was it???
Euw. Oh, euw. That is just terrible.

[vera_calida]

pshhh, nope. that was my lovely father.

[vera_calida]

he's a good man, so please don't insult him. no matter what he says, he's still my father, maia.

[jiveslippers]

Are we talking about the black skirts that matched with all the other tenth grade girls that made me want to gag insufferably? (I can't remember how it looked, I'm sure it looked nice, but I just remember the matchingness, and that was painful and gag-worthy (gag is my catch phrase (I'm not bulemic, believe it or not))))

[vera_calida]

haha yes we are. believe it or not, i didn't actually believe them when they said we were all going to match, or i wouldn't have worn it that night.

[jiveslippers]

Yeah, you're right, I don't believe you.

[vera_calida]

bitch.