they pulled my hair at charm school.
they
stole my guestbook during
rolecall.
The one in which she steals Car, Levi's ad... + 15. December. 2002 = 6:58 p.m.
+ Dear Charm School, Here is something that is true: In the front pocket of my black bag you will find over twenty glossy sheets of paper that I have ripped from various sordid fashion magazines. Each clearly illustrates the Perfect Haircut for Yours Truly. (If I could have ripped out a few seconds from one of the Levi's televison ads __believe you me __ I would have added that to my pile as well. ) It's messy & uneven & yet impossible for self to execute. Here is something that is False: I care SO Much about the current sad state of my mangy hair that I have actually made an Appointment at a New Haircutting Place. xoxooxx, mew meeew.
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