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July 06, 2006



I'm DYING to see a makeover picture, and I don't even know Arzaana-fay (cool name, though).

I was mod-ish for about 20 minutes my freshman year of high school. My parents put an end to that right quick. And all I did was wear some black pantyhose underneath some jean shorts and listen to a lot of Morrissey.


Oh, good idea! I think I'll see if she won't wear some lacy pink thing just to humor me.


Why did I picture those God awful rainbow bridesmaid dresses of the 80s when reading that she now wears colors? (Remember those? 6 bridesmaids so one could wear the pastel version of each color? Ugh.)

An after picture is a must.

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