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O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
As a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear-
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!


Eileen; sahkae@gmail.com

I line my eyes like a raccoon and my nail polish is always cracked.


Wednesday, April 12
I've been wishing for a bouquet of flowers for the longest time, and Dippy sent me the biggest, most beautiful bouquet of roses today thru delivery because he's out on a field camp.

The only problem's that it's gone. Cruel parental units dumped it before I even got around to counting the number of roses.

I know I will sound like the most unfillial child, the one who deserves to be shot dead with the pistol down the throat, but at this point of time, I HATE THEM. I HATE THEM I HATE THEM I HATE THEM.

Yes, I'm being juvenile. Shut up about replacement bouquets, because I detest replacements. I called up the florist, I called up the trustable Zies, I had the whole Story of the Bouquet planned. And those two in the other room refuse to call up anyone for confirmation. Egoism and stupidity.

I'm so annoyed I feel like doing a Belle and swallowing myself up whole.

I'm getting my Dippy roses back somehow.


11:00:00 pm


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