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Hey baby. No, I'm not Micheal Jackson. WTF is with all that anyways? It's a freak show. Being a victum of child molestation, I hope and pray that the accuser finds peace within himself and I hope things are resolved and that the victum in this case, weither it be Micheal or the accuser, come out of this victorious. I found myself automatically siding with the accuser when this story just broke until my Sister brought up some facts. I still think Micheal is a psycho weither or not he is a perverted psycho or a normal psycho. But, whatever.

Anyways, on to better and lighter subjects, Ha ha ha to Mr. Georgie dubba Bushey. Why can't americans stand up more against this president like in England? It's like, we are letting this president fuck us in the ass and we're supposed to sit and take it with a smile. Give me a break. Ugh. I am so sick of Government now-a-days, but I know we have one of the greatest on earth.

Ooooooo, Kerra forgave me eventhough her monthly friend is with her. She still forgave me. I was so happy. It's so great having her. I would be soooooooooooooo depressed if I didn't have her. She makes me feel so good. Yay to Kerra!

Geez, I've been soooooooooo friggen horny the last two days. Like, I wake up with a, um, boner and I go to bed with one, and it pops up like every five mintues and I get , well, um wet all the time and it's just annoying. I guess I'll be give (Name Excluded) a call and tell (Gender excluded) to get (Gender excluded) ass over here and do me. LOL. I'm so sick of the secret and booty call bull crap. I need a real boyfriend or girlfriend. Like, steady. It's sucking worst than china toee. Yadda yadda. Peeps suck. I'm so bored, I'm typing shit I don't even know I'm awake. Yeah yeah. So, 'm going to get off. Do you see that bullshit about me being a virgin loser? ( sad face) How mean. Love you all.

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