I don’t mean her as a person; I don’t know her. She sucks because she’s so fucking beautiful. I am very rarely jealous but damnit, I’m allowed just this once. I think what irks me most is that she looks so damn happy. Happy Schmappy La-Dee-Dah. My hair is luminous and my eyes are the color of waterfalls! .Gag me.
I’m supposed to be mature and happy for her bountiful genetic gifts. I should love myself so much that I never get jealous…but damn…She’s shiny! I wanna be shiny.
I am not shiny. I’m sweaty and gassy. I got a new purple bike today so i guess that should make me happy…from Walmart…and I think the gears might be messed up…And I could only find kid’s helmets so mine’s tardy sitting .5″ too high. But I’m satisfied…
Nope. Nope I’m not. I wanna be luminous and wet. I bet she’s got a nice bike too. Slut.
No, I don’t have PMS yet; there’s nothing else appropriate to accompany Miranda Kerr’s pictures save seething jealousy. It’s science.
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1 Richard // Aug 7, 2008 at 10:48 am
Don’t worry, this ho don’t got a nice bike. It cries at night, “She hate me!” because, you know, it’s her bike.
Damn, girl, even I cry, “She hate me!” at night. We all have a little Miranda’s bike in us. Maybe even Miranda herself.
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