Dear you,
As of today, I've ceased being your door mat.
Truly,
Me.
As of today, I've ceased being your door mat.
Truly,
Me.
posted by D.La at
3:14 AM
Sunday, May 22, 2005
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- Name: D.La
- Location: Singapore
I am child-like at times despite my age and my size. But that is part of my charms.
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8 Comments:
And there wasn't even a damn door to start wit'. Losing isn't a vocab of urs, is it? I'll try to fix dat door up visibly if it shld glorify ya, but then again, I wonder where I put those tools O' mine aye? *ponders*
The problem with ambiguities and assumptive people.
Zen, its not you whom I'm referring to.
:)
Dear You,
so whos gonna be my doormat now, dammit?!
bath mat too i hope.
:)
Dear Anon,
Why don't you be ma door mat, for a change? Ma feet don't stink.
Love,
Me.
Dear you,
seems like you and zen have this thang goin' on. i can feel a love/hate aura between the two of u.
Pope,
Hate is such a privillege. I wouldn't want to waste it.
Dear You,
Once, there was a tootbrush named Jo. Jo was a happy toothbrush and was used frequently. One day, its owner decided to go electric and bought an electric toothbrush. Its name was Jeb. Now Jeb was hated by Jo because it felt that Jeb had taken his spot. So one day, Jo thought up of a plan to oust Jeb forever. For years, Jo schemed and plotted until the right time came. But then the world ended and the plan didnt materialize. The End.
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