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found this on myspace.
and laughed.

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<center><h3>The Sonoma Barbie</h3>
<p align="justify">This yuppie Barbie comes with your choice of BMW convertible or Hummer H2. Included are her own Starbucks cup, credit card and country club  membership. Also available for this set are Shallow Ken and Cokehead High School Skipper. You won't be able to afford any of them.</p><br>
<img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c157/kathyfag/b1.jpg">

<center><h3>The Petaluma Barbie</h3>
<p align="justify">This princess Barbie is sold only at the Marketplace She comes with an assortment of Kate Spade Handbags, a Lexus SUV, a long-haired foreign dog named Honey and a custom home . Available with or without tummy tuck and face lift. Workaholic Ken sold only in conjunction with the augmented version.</p><br>
<img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c157/kathyfag/b2.jpg">

<center><h3>The  Rohnert Park Barbie</h3>
<p align="justify">This modern day homemaker Barbie is available with Ford Windstar Minivan or Chevy Tahoe and matching gym outfit. She has no full-time occupation.  This soccer mom enjoys shopping at Target and eating lunch at Sizzler.  Home Builder Ken or Law Enforcement Ken sold separately.</p><br>
<img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c157/kathyfag/b3.jpg">

<center><h3>The  Santa Rosa Barbie</h3>
<p align="justify">This recently paroled Barbie comes with a 9mm handgun, a Ray Lewis knife, a Chevy with dark tinted windows, and a Meth Lab Kit. This model is only available after dark and must be paid for in cash (preferably small, untraceable bills) unless you are a cop, then we don't know what you are talking about.</p><br>
<img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c157/kathyfag/b4.jpg">

<center><h3>The OTHER  Petaluma Barbie- 2nd edition</h3>
<p align="justify">This pale model comes dressed in her own Wrangler jeans two sizes too small, a NASCAR t-shirt and tweety bird tattoo on her shoulder. She has a six-pack of Bud light and a Hank Williams Jr. CD set. She can spit over 5 feet and kick mullet-haired Ken's butt when she is drunk. Purchase her pickup truck separately and get a confederate flag bumper sticker absolutely free.</p><br>
<img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c157/kathyfag/b5.jpg">

<center><h3>The Forestville Barbie</h3>
<p align="justify">This tobacco-chewing, brassy-haired Barbie has a pair of her own high-heeled sandals with one broken heel from the time she chased beer-gutted Ken out of  Barbie's house. Her ensemble includes low-rise acid-washed jeans, fake fingernails, and a see-through halter-<myspace>top</myspace>. Also available with a mobile home.</p><br>
<img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c157/kathyfag/b6.jpg">

<center><h3>The  Sebastopol Barbie</h3>
<p align="justify">This doll is made of actual tofu. She has long straight brown hair, arch-less feet, hairy armpits, no makeup and Birkenstocks with white socks. She prefers that you call her Willow. She does not want or need a Ken doll, but if you purchase two Barbies and the optional Subaru wagon, you get a rainbow flag bumper sticker for free.</p><br>
<img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c157/kathyfag/b7.jpg">


<center><h3>The  Cotati Barbie</h3>
<p align="justify">This Barbie now comes with a stroller and infant doll. Optional accessories include a GED and  a  bus pass. Gangsta Ken and his 1979 Caddy were available, but are now very difficult to find since the addition of the infant.</p><br>
<img src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c157/kathyfag/b8.jpg">

It’s like being hit with train.

 

Maybe I should explain myself. 

 

I trusted someone, who I thought was a friend.  I mean, I trusted them with almost everything.  We were close, like siblings.  And yesterday, everything I thought I knew about them came crashing down on me. 

 

Let me make it short in telling you this story: My so called friend put my name on a check.  They put my name on a check they stole from a house they broke into and burglarized.

 

My so-called friend involved me in a crime I didn’t involve myself in.   While my name has been cleared… who does that?  He and his roommate, fucking BROKE into a house, and stole that check, and asked me to cash it, saying it was payment from some girl that bought one of their computers.

 

How… how do you do that to someone you say you care about?  How do you do that to someone who cares about you?  I thought I knew I could trust him. 

 

Yet here I am, two friends less, and much more cynical.  How can I ever trust anyone again?  I knew him for a year and we practically lived together.  I spent the past fucking week trying to comfort him because he just had a fall out with one of his close friends.  I spent a fucking WEEK.  I went over, cooked dinner, and brought movies.

 

Who am I kidding?  What kind of and idiot am I?  I try so hard to trust people, to believe that they are all truly good.  I try so hard to be kind to all, and to at least give people chances.  I thought I could trust my friends.  I know people fuck up, but that’s okay to me.  I believe that everyone gets another chance.  But this… this is not worth it.  This wasn’t some petty middle school gossip, or some high school drama.  This was my LIFE and the law.  This was him USING me because I trusted him.

 

This is me now afraid to open up.  This is me, now fucked up more than I’ve been in a while.  This is me, scared to trust anyone, because I suffered through the ultimate betrayal.

 

This is me devastated.