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Monday, July 31, 2006







Anyway. Yesterday me and my sister went paintballing. In Oaxaca, Mexico. I met a boy that looks almost exactly like my dead stalking object. Chris.

(Yes, Tina, yes, Trina. I secretly stalked him. I secretly adored him. I secretly knew his boxer size was prolly between small and medium varying.)

Anyway. But he had short spiked hair. Anyway. He started to ask my sister questions. How old I was. And if I had a boyfriend. Even funnier still when she told him how to ask me in English he sounded funny. With the accent and stuff. He played out a round against a chick after everyone else 'died' and then he asked my sister to ask me how he played. Well. My glasses broke so I couldn't see him. Worse yet. My sister only speaks spánish and very little english. At the end. He was starting to walk away with his sister and family and friends. And then Di was like. Teasing me and saying 'jour boyfrand jour boyfrand he uggggllyyy' so I was like. Oh. Shat. You gotta pen? I was given a pen and we ran to him and I pulled his arm out of his pocket and wrote my e-mail on his arm. And like. He had a muscle. Which I had to write .com on. Hehehe. Nothing else has touched that pen since. Waiting for an email havent got one yet. 'Cause I'm ugly. Dx And morbidly obese. Annd. And. I need a hug. Dx
~Le Tills


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