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I had lost of candy. My first time sleeping with make up on. Rice pudding. Encounters with people. Photographs. Thoughts of things that should never be thought about. Sunny warm days. More shopaholic books. Rice pudding. Little kid birthday parties. Boys. Cute boys. Church boys. Elementary relationships. Candy. Walking to max's with 23879074 asians. Tlc. Cpo. Prank calls. Oh life.

Okay so, I go to square one thinking that I'm not going to see anyone. Unfortunately I see everyone which is the worst part of square one. I hate square one! I hate the people I see there! I hate asian mall rats! Okay so anyways. Yeah so I bumped into friendly faces, unfortunately I see saw someone I wish I didn't. Like you know, *bk* how awkward. And I was with my parents and so he knows my parents so he knew I was at there because he saw my dad fml. And now he's talking to me on msn. We haven't talked since like a million years ago. It's not like I miss him or anything. I just miss having someone to call when I am really bored. Or someone who calls me to see how I'm doing. Or just to call me because he wants too. I HATE BOYS.

I WORK TOMORROW.

YES!