Being upbraided is one of those low-life shits that could surrender me from my struggle in life. I'm afraid to loath at it. But it keeps crawling beneath I couldn't help. Especially. Most especially if that person scolding you vehemently thinks she is much wiser and respected, than YOU. Oh please cut it off. I'm expecting a morrrrrre fabulous grad tomorrow, with curly hair, french tipped fingernails, high-heeled shoes and fresh make-over. Get rid of drawing creepy eyebugs and aging lines on my face. Give me a well sound sleep, just for once. Goodnight. :-|
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