Sunday, February 6, 2011
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Dear Journal,
So Mr. Shue gave us these like really dumb journals to write in about our lives and like "relieve stress." It's not like I have any stress to relieve at all. I mean, sure I'm like super mad that Quinnbitch told Coach Sylvester that I got a boob job, but whatever. I'm totally not stressing. And duh I'm mad that Artie and Brittany are together, but it's no biggie. Totally.
Bye, I have to get back to my life now, bitch:
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