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disclaimer: this is the life and times of meredith r. mistletoe. i'm making a slight attempt to disguise my identity and hide things that i write about and pretend i don't feel things i do. but if you read this and i don't know you read it, then you read it at your own risk. and you should let me know you're reading it... especially because a lot of the time things need clarifying or aren't quite true anymore or etc etc etc.

note: potential employers: please do not judge me on my diaryland. that's lame.

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2002.09.03 1:55 a.m.

second today.

bloody fucking hell. what the fuck is wrong with my bloody layout? seriously, if any of you know, you should tell me. i bet you can't even see it some of you, on your 'better' computers. but goddammit. i don't know what's wrong.

diaryland should go fuck itself.

no that's not true. it's just that..........goddamn. i can see why people are leaving to go to livejournal.

i'm hungry. fuck you html and diaryland. fuck you.

previously - and then

*oh random entry*

all the diarylands. - 2008.02.21
I move my head. - 2008.01.27
read the other one. - 2008.01.21
was Medium? - 2008-01-17
Or maybe I won't. - 2008.01.15

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