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Thursday, June 02, 2005


I used the word raggedy the other day to describe something. One of my co-workers laughed at me. I guess that's a "black word" that I shouldn't use? Whatever. I don't like this co-worker much at all.


Blogger Megan said...

What? Oh, that's not racist. Bitch.

6:57 PM  
Blogger amy corinne said...

What? That makes no sense. I use raggedy all the time.

12:08 PM  

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