LADEELEROY

2001-07-20

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I'm A Little Hostile Right Now- Apologies
 
  **WARNING- LadeeLeroy is kinda hostile. Do not touch the plate- it's hot!** Yeah. Maybe I am a little hostile. Maybe everyone should just get over themselves and shut the hell up. Maybe you're just a piece of dust on this earth like EVERYONE ELSE IS and you should just deal with it.

You're not going to amount to anything. You're not going to change the world or make a baby sparrow cry with your poem about pixie dust and unicorns or about girls who magically turn into ponies and get to have stallion sex with the horse at the ranch down the dirt road that they sometimes stop by and feed sugar cubes to and tell all their deep personal secrets to and ...

Go to a fucking Wicks N' Sticks and buy some new friends.

Yeah. That's right. I said it. I mean it. You need to shut the hell up about it because you know what? You know what the fuck what? Well shit damn fuck hell shit.

You need to get a life. I need to get a life. Everyone needs to get a life and-

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Are you crying?

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Jesus Mary and Leroy! Are you fucking crying?

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.......sigh

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Damn baby.

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I'm sorry baby. I'm so sorry I got a little angry at the top there baby.

Listen baby. Listen. I... I.... just got a little mad, that's all baby. LadeeLeroy loves you... it's just that Laddeleroy had a tough day and she sees stupid bullshit all around her and.. well... it just makes Ladeeleroy want to stab a pencil in your eye.

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Why your eye? Ah, baby.

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Let's not get into that. Let's just snuggle.

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What?

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Ahhh no baby. You know you're the only diary for me.

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Well, because baby. I just can't commit right now. I just can't become a regular reader just yet.

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No! No! Of course not! I'd never go to that other diary. Hells no. Hells no. Yous my baby's diary. Yous my boo.

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Now go make me some Frenchbread Pizza. You know hows Ladeeleroy loves her some Frenchbread Pizza. And damn, baby, brush your teeth!

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Note to anyone reading this entry: I know. I'm sorry. It's just the way it goes sometimes. You sit at the computer and you just let your fingers go and, dammit, look what happens. I didn't even try on this one. I didn't have an idea going into it. I just got out of a Diaryland chat room (yeah. I dunno why I do it either) and was blown away by some of the people in there. There's a little bit of a desperate for attention theme going on in some of these diaries. Am I being a little bitcy? I think I am. I know I am. Jeez.

But you know what? It makes me question this entire thing. Is this for attention? Am I just as desperate as lowselfesteemreadmydiary348 or pleaselikemefortheloveofGodlikeme69?

You know what? No. I'm not. I'm doing this diary thing because I like to fucking write. I'm not going to be bearing my soul in this. I'm not going to let people in on the sharp emotional details of my life. Why? Because. It's mine. Get your own if you're really that bored.

Jesus Christ. I'm sorry. I don't know why I got so bitchy all of a sudden. I'm gonna go do a couple of deep breaths and contimplate deleting this entry.

I apologize. I'll write something else later. Really. I will. I do thank you for reading this and when I was saying these mean, terrible, awful, awful things, I wasn't talking to you. I was talking to them. Not you. Them. THEM.

I'm going to delete this.

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Tommorow.

 
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