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Thursday May 30, 2002 - 4:13 p.m. Note to self: Please, Rewind, stop buying so many black shirts. You have enough. Hell, you have too many. I don't care if it's a whole new style. I don't care if you don't have one with the sleeves like that and the neck cut there and that sort of pattern. You must force yourself to wear some color sometimes. And on a slightly related note, please stop eyeing the baby blue apparel. While I appreciate the effort to step away from black, this is not what I mean. This, Rewind, is forbidden. None of that. Hear me? Also, please try to curb your sugar intake, please, for the love of all that's holy, please remember to take your vitamins, and I will strike you down if you don't stop throwing your clothes on the floor in front of the laundry hamper. Has it become such a drag, such a major inconvenience, to reach out, lift up the lid, and drop them inside? No, no, no, no. I don't want to hear excuses. Begone. No. Begone. Signed,
-Mlle R
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