in twelve minutes from starting this blog, it will officially be the worst day of the year to me. March fucking 4th. well fuck you march 4th, i hate your effing guts. making a girls life miserable! ok so its not exactly the day that makes march 4th the shittiest day of the year, its the memory behind it. I actually love March, its one of my two favorite months. So this is heather-rhea saying fuck you memory behind March 4th, and fuck you too bradshaw, your a dick.
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