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Rain on your parade
Friday, August 6, 2010, 11:53 AM


Prom was a pain in the ass. Recovering from allergy reactions, awful make up, inside out contact lens, barely being able to open my eyes fully without pain. Awful food. Oh god. Not my cup of tea. I should have stayed at home with tea bags on my eyes. Life's sad when you are allergic to the most expensive eye cream you can find in the cosmetic department. Surgery? Please.

I looked so terrible. When i look at the photos, my eyes are not even equal. Looks like there'll be a long way of untagging facebook pictures.

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How i feel about prom

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Blah the only decent photo i could find and i even had to photoshop it for my mental health.
Let's give dr georgia lee a call.

I feel so blah. Oh well i passed the afterparty for pattaya :)
Fair trade.