bethb's Diaryland
Diary
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dear paris
I have been wanting to write a lot of "Dear YOU" letters. Like, Dear Paris Hilton- I know you shouldn't matter to me, and really, you don't. I find you incredibly aggrivating. Like the bitches at the grocery store that can't seem to grasp the concept of 15. that's as in the number. The limit number for the "express" lanes. And really, when you think about it, 15 isn't so express-y. so i don't understand why they think it's entirely appropriate to approach said designated lanes with the upwards of 42 items. maybe they think the rules don't apply to them. much like you think the rules don't apply to you. you were late to your own COURT HEARING!!! do you have any idea how very very *very* bad that is? by the way, i have to ask....apparently your family can just shit money....so why not hire a fucking chaufeur for the 6 months you were on probation? that's what i'd do if i lived in los angeles. i probably wouldn't be able to afford anything, but i sure as crap would hire someone so i wouldn't have to deal with the horrors of driving and parking in LA. not that i know from experience, but i've, you know, seen movies. you're honestly one of the dumbest people i've ever seen in my entire life. i can't wait to see you go off to jail. i'm only hoping that date will coincide with my birthday and i can have twice the celebration.
4:43 p.m. - 2007-05-08
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