written on 01 May
at 1229 hrs

This is my 600th entry, and for the longest time I've been planning what to do.

But the time is upon us, and all I really feel like doing is talking about how faboo my boyfriend is. [Faboo is my new favorite word, and I would appreciate it if when you steal it, you'll credit my creative genius. Thankyouverymuch.]

The Bachelor? Seriously, y'all. For catty bitchiness, it fucking rules. I almost peed my pants last night when Cristina was weeping in the limo, "He just made the biggest mistake of his life." I bet he did, you psycho. What with you being 30 and evidently unmarriable [not that I'm judging,] I bet he's totally pissed that he didn't pick you. Ya freak.

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