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Cami Kaos

29 Oct 2007 — 1 min read

I've heard that the first step is admitting you have a problem... I want to work on that... but where to start?

I mean, I am willing to admit I have a problem, I just can't decide which problem I should admit to having...

Should I go slowly, start with one and discuss it in disturbing detail or should I just get them all out there at once?

Oh hell, who needs quality... lets go for quantity babies!

My name is Cami and I am a Cherry Coke junkie. If it weren't legal I would do horrible things to get it.

My name is Cami and my family has already decided what we will be for Halloween... NEXT YEAR.

My name is Cami and I need to learn to say NO more. Apparently I didn't listen to Nancy Reagan enough because I am so over scheduled and wound up so tight I'm afraid I'm going to have springs come flying out of me as I come apart like a ticktock girl.

My name is Cami and I am a

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addict. I am. I looked at some of my friends' pages this morning and I see all this banter from me. I am a junkie... I am hitting the

facebook

smack almost as hard as the Cherry Coke.

My name is Cami and I eat soy sausage for breakfast 5 days a week... why can't I just love myself enough to eat more pig?My name is Cami and this is getting truly ridiculous but I'm committed to it so I have to follow through.

My name is Cami and I am lazy so I am going to stop right here.

Who are you... and what's your problem?

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