I Rented A Pop☆Star

I Rented A Pop☆Star

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Complete Mon, Aug 24, 20154h 16m

ben charlotte kris popstar riassa

**I DONT RECOMMEND READING THIS BECAUSE IT IS FULL OF PLOTHOLES BUT ULTIMATELY THE CHOICE IS YOURS-READ AT OWN RISK** I think, more than anything, I hate Valentine's day. While everyone is all lovey dovey and happy, I'm in the corner with my goldfish going: "You love me, don't you?" Yep. That’s my sad, forever alone life. Thank you whoever you are for creating a Single Awareness day for me. I love you too. I guess in retrospect, I shouldn’t have been that surprised when he showed up on my doorstep, claiming that I rented him and was to keep him for six months. I mean, it WAS Valentine’s day, and almost always my days go bad on Valentine’s day. I just didn’t think that life would be so cruel as to somehow, in some way, allow me to have ordered a frickin popstar. Thank you life. Really, thank you. Now excuse me while I go steal cupids bow and arrow and hunt you down. ©2013- 2014 by luckistarz. All rights reserved. No part of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior permission from luckistarz.

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