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the bunny
I'm assistent! *proud*

Dear diary.... *sings*
I remember, for many years ago, my sister bought a cd. Britney Spears. (I know, she sucks, but it was cool back then, I was very young and looked up to my sister.. So please don't bug me about this diary entry :D )
I listened to it when my sister listened to it, because I was not allowed to borrow this cd. I remember liking just two songs... "Dear Diary" and one other I can't remember.
Everytime I'm writing in any kind of diary, I sing that first strophe in my head.. Dear Diary... lalal.. Can't remember anymore. IT IS THAT LONG AGO!
I'm very emberassed because of it :P
Don't bug me, please! *hides*
Aaanyway, I don't listen to that song anymore. It's best to keep the good memories. I'm afraid that if I listen to it now, it would just be like all that other crap Britney has made. I hate Britney.
*gaaasps*

He always did this. Why couldn’t he just get of my case?
I lay down on my bed, and gave him a murderous look. My body felt heavy, and I sighed. This had been going on for too long.
He hovered over me, and I felt his stinking breath over my face. It was warm, and I couldn’t stand it. His face was split in two by a vicious grin, and his eyes were cold and uncaring. I was naked, and so was he.
The air was filled with a tension I could almost touch. His thin lips kissed mine, and I spat him in his face. I didn’t make a sound when he hit me. The pain was welcome, and I knew I would get much more of it before this night ended.
He raped me, again and again, making disgusting sounds as he thrust into me.
My God, I was just fourteen.
After he had gone, I just cried. I couldn’t make it stop.
After all these times, I thought I would get used to it. But I cried every single time.

I knew about one thing that could heal my pain, and that was new pain.
I cut deep into my own flesh, sighing as the blood flowed forth.
New wounds opened old ones, recently healed flesh was once again torn apart.
For a while, I was untouchable.
After a while, I was dead.

There once was a man who went to a computer trade show. Each day as he entered, the man told the guard at the door:

``I am a great thief, renowned for my feats of shoplifting. Be forewarned, for this trade show shall not escape unplundered.''
This speech disturbed the guard greatly, because there were millions of dollars of computer equipment inside, so he watched the man carefully. But the man merely wandered from booth to booth, humming quietly to himself.

When the man left, the guard took him aside and searched his clothes, but nothing was to be found.

On the next day of the trade show, the man returned and chided the guard saying: ``I escaped with a vast booty yesterday, but today will be even better.'' So the guard watched him ever more closely, but to no avail.

On the final day of the trade show, the guard could restrain his curiosity no longer. ``Sir Thief,'' he said, ``I am so perplexed, I cannot live in peace. Please enlighten me. What is it that you are stealing?''

The man smiled. ``I am stealing ideas,'' he said.

New Person; Hi, I'm Jack, nice to meet you!
Me; (blurting out) I hug trees!
New Person; Oookay, sweet. I have to go now, maybe I'll see you another time. (makes weird faces behind my back)
Me; (stands on the street looking confused) uhm.. Okay!