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hee hee hee, i'm a girl! and that means i have to flirt with every boy on blogger.


there's a really annoying lady in my building named phyllis. she's nothing like phyllis from the mary tyler moore show... wait, - she's a little like that. but anyway, she is the building manager... oh, no, wait, she isn't - it just seems like she is because she thinks she is...always leaving notes everywhere throughout the apartment complex and grounds about who, what, where, when, why, and how. do this, and don't do that, cap your detergent bottles before throwing them in the laundry room waste basket and DEFinately don't throw your cigarette butts in there, don't chain your bike to the front step's railing because my blind husband and old people have to use it as a guide, don't let your cat outside, blah blah fucking blah.
in the words of the legitimate building manager: don't listen to that old bag, she just a crabby old lady who likes to stick her nose in everybody's business.

sometimes, i feel just as annoyed about all the blogger girls who stick their vaginas in everyone's blogging faces because they need extra self esteem. could i have that on a sugar cone please? thanks. it's really sad when you have to give your porn-photographed body (or words) away for free just to get someone to pay attention to you.