& the blissful tones bounce off the wall & fall to the ground.

Maybe I should hate you for this.
08.24.2004 | 8:25 am

The deed is done. I broke up with Chris ... over voicemail. My message went a little something like this:

(with a smile) Hey Chris! This is Miranda. I was just calling to tell you that I want to break up with you, because, well, I don't like you. All right? So, I guess I'll never talk to you again, so don't call me! Thanks, bye!

Honest to god. Ask James. I think that's the happiest, yet meanest I've felt in a long time. Wee for old Miranda.

I went to Forest yesterday because they gave me the wrong medicine or something. Then I went to an outlet store, some crummy trucker restaurant & watched Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, then to Wal-Mart. I came home collapsed on the couch and slept until 5 a.m.

I apologize to everyone that I said I would call and to everyone who called me and didn't get an answer, which is like 4 people, mkay? I tried calling Justin this morning, but apparently it was closer to 8:30 than 7:30 like I thought. Dope.

I bought hot pink hoop earrings yesterday that I can't wear.

I feel good. Real good.

And nope, my name is Miranda, not stubborn. Yep, my mom saved that for me. Cute.

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