in a word, soigne. and I bet the fags barely use that shtick these days.
all day I look at dresses and then I write nasty things about them. it's every boy's dream. right?
I'm quite evasive generally. I almost fear the outside world. thus the fact I am the colour of carnation milk. I think I'm getting thinner, even though that's pretty much impossible with my cracked-out battenberg-centric diet. I like tight things and big shoulders. in every sense of those words.
sorely lacking. and slacking. oh, this is hardcore.
that last line used to sound a lot cooler. maybe I'm getting old...
does she have black hair with a blond fringe? i know alot of hayleys, but she is the most prominant, if so then yes i do know her, give her a hug from me.
i'm ill and i feel like i have the plague, i can just about see and i am coughing every two mins and when i cough its like someone is smashing my head with a hammer. being ill sucks.
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