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Thursday, September 25th, 2003
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10:07 pm
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I think I am pregnant. Chucky doesn't want another baby. I do. Maybe a little girl.
I made sweedish meatballs today, and chucky ate them...and it made me horny. So, we got down to business. God is he an excellent lover. He's the best I ever had. And even though he has a plastic dick, it still works fine with my plastic snatch. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh how I want him more.
Charles, we need to find bodies.
current mood:  bitchy
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| Thursday, May 8th, 2003
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11:05 pm
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this is sweet:
Charles already gave me some. I went shopping again today, and found some really cute shoes. They are chunky platoforms, make me about 6 inches taller. I asked Charles to take me to see X-Men, but we need someone to watch the baby. Oh, what they hell..pooky, I think the baby will be fine, and if anyone complains that he cries, you can just kill them, k?
What should I wear? Possibly my new black dom outfit. Nice lace up boddice. Charles tries to help me lace it up, but we always get side tracked. heh. The new cat is such a sweet pussy. He is definitly growing on Chucky.
current mood:  melancholy
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| Tuesday, May 6th, 2003
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5:00 am
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babe got me a car. He loves me, I knew it. Even though he acts all hard, he still has a soft spot. The man fucking kills for me.
my tits hurt, fucking baby bit them. I caught charles giving the baby a kiss. They are so adorable.
current mood:  chipper
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| Sunday, May 4th, 2003
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7:52 pm
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am thinking about dying my hair. What do you think, pooky? Would I look good as a redhead like you?
Charles, I want some more jewelry, and I want to go back to Chicago. I miss it baby.
Consider a roadtrip?
current mood:  blah
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| Saturday, May 3rd, 2003
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10:44 pm
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Charles was being an ass once again today. Keeps on obsessing about knives. Why do men need to compnsate for something? A bigger knife doesn't mean anything. When Chucky was human, he looked mighty fucking fine carying a knife. Now he just looks silly. Who the fuck is going to be scared of a doll with a knife?
GI Joe is begining to look hot. I must talk to schnookums about getting a pair of fatigues. I think he'll go for it.
Baby's crying, little bastard. I was happy last night, Charles got up and took care of him, letting me sleep. What a sweetheart.
current mood: crappy
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| Thursday, May 1st, 2003
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10:09 pm
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Went to kay-bee toys today, looking for a nice new dress. This one is so 1998, i need something more 2003. God fucking dammit, why does BARBIE get all the cute clothes? The baby kept me up all night, of course his father wouldn't help me, lazy ass. Something about a 5 some Charles always did like the whores. Fuck them.
schnookums, I baked you a meat pie. Be good and you get dessert.
current mood: horny
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1:33 am
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I was nursing the baby, which mind you mr. plastic dick never helps pay for. (Didn't know plastic boobs would work.)
oh how I fucking miss my body.
Pooky, when the hell you getting home? AND WHEN THE HELL ARE YOU GOING TO GET ME A BODY?!?!?!?
asshole
current mood: pissed off
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| Wednesday, April 30th, 2003
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3:25 am
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