DA BOMB

IT'S DA FREAK'IN BOMB?
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Her head was beginning to spin. The small dark, fine printed words on the thin pale page belonging to the thick maroon book of How to be DA BOMB were starting to blur, clustering into a jumbled group of unreadable letters. She sighed, rubbing her throbbing temples before flipping to another page. Outside, the sun struck post noon, its bright light seeping through the half-open window blinds, illuminating the scarlet wooden dressers, bookshelves, and her striped emerald bed in the tidy white room. Allegedly it was supposed to be one of the hottest days of the year, however, she couldn’t tell; the air conditioner was running. Turning to the window, she lifted the window blinds, pressing her face to the surprisingly warm flexible glass. She frowned, disgruntled.
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then, Da Bomb went back to sleep. Jump to the next paragraph. i'm sick of writing intros, now lets get into the fat of the story.

fat jokes aside now. just saw a movie, a really good movie with no fat people in it. no da bombs. i like the story and the way it was shot. the longer it went on, the more i felt something towards it. maybe because there were no da bombs in it or maybe the girl resembled another girl in my class, i just cant put a finger on it. i really got into the story. cos it resembled an earlier part of my life. i was thinking in my head if this were me, i'd be over the moon if my fate ever ended up like the one in the movie.
then i thought. is this person really worth my effort? not talking about helping da bomb lose some kilos or what,

FAT JOKES ASIDE PLEASE! CONCENTRATE ON WRITING THIS PASSAGE!

okok, really at the end, i came to a conclusion that this whole time i spent waiting was worth nothing. take skimpy photos of yourself more and whore yourself out to overweight da bombs everywhere. take your face and mop the floor up with it. brrrr....the world is getting colder. i feel cold. the fat jokes in my head are beginning to freeze and fall off. humans are weak. bruce is tough. da bomb is the ultimate hottest sensation in school. and the bear in my car is stupid. i dont like these moments, but if you ever come across this and see what i have written and you say abnormal things that drunk women would say, then i still wont feel a thing.

cue emo music. let me go sit in a corner. dim the lights. the river of tears flow freely from my heart and out from my eyes. i lay in a fetal position. the world outside is cold and cruel. emo moment over. the sun rises and the birds chirp freely. it's a bright new day.

i also wish my good friend, my fair friend, my pretty friend, my hot friend, my fat friend ty happy birthday.