Things have gotten worse and worse. All the other girls are always ahead of me. I hate them. They are a distasteful group whose juvenile jeering made me yearn for the taunts of my neighbourhood children. I dream of wiping the smiles off their smug, pudgy faces. How dare they call me a sex-porn?????
But I fear that my dreams of revenge will just be dreams. The motor on my bicycle didn't work, probably because it wasn't attached to anything. All I did was make a lot of noise, weigh down the bicycle and scare the cats.
I must keep my spirits up. Not so much for myself as for my neighbours and my family members. I must not give up hope. If we do not feel like winners, we cannot win. To that end I will head to downtown to buy my shampoo. And I wanted it with an additional conditioner, some sort like 2 in 1, or 3 in 1 or maybe 4 in 1 to get to the coolest.
Whenever I ask myself, "Why go on?" I must answer, "Why not." Miracles do happen. And I did. I finally got my Shampoo with the highest content of conditioner, treatment and colour shine. Yahoo.
Avenge those gorgeous looking sexy chicks at the club, at the pub. My hair looks good. I feel great. Cool!
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