05.12.04 :: 2:32 pm

I must be fourteen years old. Because when I figured out that stupid Friendster was deleting testimonials at random and then putting them back again, it kind of made me feel better.

Because I had been thinking that Mr. M deleted the nice thing he said about me and it made me feel a little sad in my flaky heart.

I know it's over, but still.

Some things are just nice to remember.

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