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Confessions of A Beautiful Mind

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i am a strange, bizarre and intoxicatingly special person. get to know me. i love caramel. that's all i know. bump chocolate and vanilla.

14 September 2005

i'm a hater. ask about me, ask about me.

at this point i wish i had the mental strength to hate. then i wouldnt be so grief ridden. as soon as i get stuff settled in my life, then i'll find time to hate (i mean i am hearing stories about my family having nervous breakdowns left and right. a little girl got murdered in the superdome and a family member watched her die). dont worry! i'll find something even if i dont know it. i always am in something and dont know it. a bitch can be in her dorm room twiddling her thumbs and she's in something. thats okay though, at least you know who i am and when i'm big you can say "she hated on me back when.. i was IMPORTANT". LOL oh yeah i wanted to leave y'all this:

Main Entry: 2hate
Function: verb
Inflected Form(s): hat·ed; hat·ing
transitive senses
1 : to feel extreme enmity toward (hates his country's enemies)
2 : to have a strong aversion to : find very distasteful (hated to have to meet strangers) (hate hypocrisy)
intransitive senses : to express or feel extreme enmity or active hostility
- hat·er noun
- hate one's guts : to hate someone with great intensity




where did i find time to develop an emotion, let alone an emotion of hate? ponder. holla back or something. i know you read this.