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Sunday, 30 December 2007

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Fuck, Millie. I'm so sorry.

oh crap. i really don't know what more to say. n

Fucking Fred. I am so sorry Millie.

I'm realy, really sorry.

Oh man, Millie, I'm so sorry. Fuck.

Oh, no, no, no, no. NO.

I couldn't be sorrier, truly.

You will be in my thoughts.

--Bugs

So sad to read this, Millie. I was really hoping for you.

oh no. shit. I'm so sorry.

Fucking FRED...I'm sorry...still hoping its a defective "mind-fuck" FRED like I've always had.

God. This sucks.

DH and I were really rooting for you and are so disappointed to hear the news. Just can't imagine how hard it must be for you and hubby right now. All our love and support.

You'd think I'd know better by now, but I can't help thinking - you didn't use your early morning ammunition.

You'll be in my thoughts tomorrow.

Damn it, I'm sorry. I was really hoping this would be the one for you. You've put so much effort into trying to have kids- I was hoping so much it would finally pay off. Thinking of you...

Fucking Fred is right. I hate him with a passion. I'm so sorry Millie!

What a bastard.

sonofabitch. Love to you & the Mister, Millie.

Fred is a no-good rat bastard if there ever was one. I am so sorry, and want to kick things for you.

I'm so sorry. So, so sorry.

I've always hated Fred. He's a rat bastard. I'm still optimistic for you and mister.... I am the fat lady, and I haven't even warmed up my voice to sing.... in fact, my throat is sore, I won't be singing any time soon.

Keeping you and mister in my heart.

Crap.

Could still be too early to poas - IMHO. Hope so.

Fred is such an ass. I'm sorry. Can't the good guys win for once??

Fred sucks! You know that one of my least favorite exes is named Fred and I call him Big Head Fred because his head was so enormous it blotted out the sun. As such, I cannot even begin to believe anything from any Fred.

I'm praying as hard as I can that Fred is just an evil jerk and Beta comes through to the rescue!

Fuck. I'm so sorry.

please let fred be an evil lying bastard. 'cuz otherwise i just... there are no words, really.

sweet millie -- i'm thinking of you and the mister tonight.

love, a

oh, millie, i'm so so sorry. i'm so sad for you, love.

It seems I'm not the first to have read this and first thing to fall from my lips was, "FUCK."

I just imagined it to be so different, Millie. I'm sure you did, too.

FUCK.

This sucks. I was so hoping for something different. I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry Millie! Your post made me laugh a litte and cry a lot. So very f*ed up. LV, Daisy

Sounds like a scene from the good, the bad and the ugly. I'm sorry you're facing disappointment again.

Nooooooo..... I so wanted this for you. Still do.
And I think I hate Fred.

oh, millie, I am so sorry. Fred is such a fucker.

Fucking shite!!! Aaargh!

Millie, I am so sorry. Thinking about you.

fuckity fuck. i'm sorry. that totally sucks.

All HPTs are evil. I especially hate them when they're right about negatives. I guess we'll know soon enough.

I'm sorry there wasn't a second line.

Bea

motherfuckertittysuckertwoballbitch of a rat bastard. oh millie. buggerbuggerbugger!

thinking of you and the mister. i'm sooo very sorry.

xxoo

Ugh. Fuck. Damn. Not what I was hoping I would find as an entry. Oh boy was I hoping. What to type? This just sucks more than I can express. Thinking of you, millie.

I hate Fred, he's such a bastard, dammit, I'm so sorry Millie. Thinking of you hon...

Oh Millie... this is heartbreaking. I wish there was something I could say to help. I am keeping you both in my thoughts.

damn, damn, damn, damn, DAMN!!! I was so sure I was going to pop over here and get some rapturous news... I am hoping (praying) for you that this is just a little too soon to tell...

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