they pulled my hair at charm school.

they stole my guestbook during rolecall.

kicked where it Hurts, + January 7. 2003 = 2:04 p.m.

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dear charm school,

do you find it remarkably odd that i feel crushed due to interaction with Soccer Mom of old HighschoolBoyfriend. Was not prepared & suffered slightly due to her rattling off of Great Success Stories of Former Classmates. Master degrees & fancy ass jobs & Then the : What are are You Doing? & despite the fact of your well worn floorboards due to the activity of curious thought patterns ...yrs truly does not qualify as Great Success Story. ah, fuck it, why do i care??

miserably yrs, meweemmw

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