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Melissa Fosse-Dunne

Melissa Fosse-Dunne


Last Updated: 11/30/2009

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Gender: Female
Status: Single
Age: 63
Sign: Sagittarius

City: Hollywood
State: California
Country: US
Signup Date: 8/19/2005

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Saturday, April 26, 2008 

Current mood:  thankful
Category: Life
so, i normally only do these when i am in a shit-ass mood.
im not in a shit-ass mood.
so i decided 2 go 2 the mall 2day.  there r no "normal" malls anywhere in my immidiate vicinity, so this was like a little trip.  i love the malls by my apartment, but i was not in the mood 2 spend $200 bucks 4 a pair of boots i dont need.
so, i threw on some sweats, hair in a  messy bun, and realized i looked like id just gotten run over by a car, so i did what i always do.
i pulled out my AMAZING gucci bag, and threw on my diors.
this is why my friends call me"britney olsen."
i figure even if i do look like i just rolled out of bed, no one will even notice since i am carrying a bad ass bag.
as i reached into my bag, i found a 3 gucci grommets in the side pocket.. 
this is sort of the point of the story.
so i bought this amazing, fabulous, too expensive bag like 2 1/2 years ago.  after about 3 months, i realized i was missing a grommet.  i didnt know where 2 get a new one and i sure as hell didnt know where the receipt was 2 bring it into the store.
so, im getting ready 2 move 2 LA and i am packing my bag and all i am focused on is that one missing grommet.
my dad asked 2 c it.
my dad.  the electrician.  not the bag maker.
he said "i think i can fix it."
so he went downstairs for 3 hours.
when he came up, he had replaced all the grommets so that they would match.  he made them by sawing bolts and what not and made my bag look brand new.
now, my gucci doesnt have gucci grommets, but thats ok.
my dad is awesome.
he can fix anything.  even a gucci horsebit hobo.
thanks, d.
i have the best fam like EVER.
4:39 AM 
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Saturday, January 05, 2008 

Current mood:  irritated
Category: Life
i love a rainy night. i do. i love a rainy night almost as much as i love eddie rabbit singing about loving a rainy night. but i am beginning 2 think that the city of los angeles does not own a sewer. or perhaps it owns one. and that one doesnt speak spanish so it doesnt understand when the rain is telling it that it needs get some of the motherfucking water off of the streets.

thats another thing. i don't speak spanish. unless u r talking 2 me about garbage, cheese fries, ur name, being cold outside or the numbers 1 thru 10, i don't understand. even if u repeat ur question or statement 2 me, i want u 2 realize that i did not learn what that meant in the 3 second pause b4 u decided 2 repeat yourself.

now, 2 get back 2 the rain. it rains 4 a couple of hours here and there r ponds all over the city. people also drive like assholes (yes, range rover, i am talking 2 u when u decided 2 blow that stop sign at willoughby and seward) and dumbasses (that would include that neon who wanted 2 speed up while going thru the above stated ponds just 2 make sure that his brakes were entirely soaked). fuck faces.

i also want 2 congratulate the squirrel who opened the birdseed i have out on the balcony and opened every sunflower seed in the bag. i wish the checkers at ross dress 4 less were as efficient as u. perhaps if they were, i would not feel the need 2 perform a random act of battery by the time i have purchased my extremely important citronella candles in january.
3:28 AM 
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Wednesday, November 14, 2007 

Current mood:  bitchy
Category: Automotive
i have 2 rant about 4 a minute.

CAN PEOPLE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE STOP HITTING MY FUCKING CAR???? PLEASE STOP!!!!

IF U R GOING 2 TURN LEFT, U KNOW THAT BEFORE U GET 2 THE INTERSECTION MOTHERFUCKERS!!!!! DONT WAIT UNTIL THE LIGHT IS GREEN TO TURN UR FUCKING BLINKER ON. SERIOUSLY.

don't put a sigh on my car asking me "where did i learn 2 park?" for that son of a bitch's information, there was a motorcycle parked in front of me last night and i COULDN'T pull up any further 2 make room 4 another car behind me. maybe it wasn't there when u tried 2 park, asshole, but don't assume i don't know how 2 park. most people in this state park like jackholes. i am not one of them.

again, can people STOP HITTING MY CAR. im OVER IT.

also, i am fully aware that i have huge breasts, thank u very much. just because i got up this morning and decided 2 put on a fitted shirt does not mean that i want u stare at them or yell "show me ur tits" out of ur car window. in addition, just 4 reference, when a woman's nipples get hard it does not automatically mean i want u 2 talk 2 me. it means it's cold in the fucking produce section, u asshole.

also, when in the hell is my really cute purple chefs coat gonna get here? i ordered it like a MONTH ago.

im gonna take a vicodin and go 2 bed.

if i wake up and so help me god there is another scratch on my car, im gonna fucking scream and punch someone in the throat.
2:53 AM 
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