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addictive
I throw all of your stuff away. I’m gonna clear you out of my head. I tear you out of my heart.
And ignore all your messages. I tell everyone we are through. 'Cause I'm so much better without you.
But it’s just another pretty lie. 'Cause I break down.
Every time you come around. So how did you get here under my skin? I swore that I'd never let you back in.
Should have known better in trying to let you go. 'Cause here we go go go again.
Hard as I try I know I can't quit. Something about you is so addictive.
We're falling together. you'd think that by now I'd know. cause here we go go go again.


Wednesday, April 2, 2008, 9:12 PM

Hello.
I was eating a papaya just now.
A piece of papaya fell out of the plate,
and landed on my 50 dollar note.
On the 50 dollar note, there was a strand of hair.
(I think mine. rofl.)
That unfortunate papaya landed on that piece of hair.
I used the fork to pick it up
and put it to my mouth,
I then realised there was a strand of hair there.
The hair got stuck to my mouth before i could realise it.
I still haven't bitten into the papaya.
It was still out of my mouth.
I pulled th hair out of my mouth.
Then i popped th papaya into my mouth.

The End.

Gross, right. It was revolting. I despise that strand of black hair.