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The Journal of Madeline Pestolesi Happiness
10/08/2004 04:02 a.m.
I have never been this happy.
Not ever.
That said, I am going to gush. I have been desperate to gush for days, but Sarah is in California and I don't hang out with many other females, thus, no gushing. None of my guy friends will stand for it. That was just a warning. I'm usually so cynical and anti-sappy love shit, but I've turned into one of THEM. The disgustingly-crazy-about-each-other couple that holds hands at the mall and picks out clothes for each other and are generally annoying (especially when holding hands forces you to clothes-line teenage punks at the mall.)
I'm like the Grinch when his heart grew ten sizes, or whatever.
Anyway, I'm in love. It's cool. I bitch a lot less, anyway.
And he's the hot fudge on my Sudae.
I am currently Giddy
I am listening to Beastie boys-sabotage (weirdly enough)
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