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Look! First, I must don the velvet purple hat and gold medallions and pimp. She kicks more ass than a donkey. Go read her diary. She loves John Waters and knows why it would be a bad idea for Peter Jackson to win an Oscar. Plus, she's a damn good writer. Ahem. For the first time since the birth of this journal, I have edited an entry.The one before this was totally boycentric and kinda pathetic. I have decided that I don't want to waste space by rambling about old flames and stupid questions. So, I apologize. This kinda small entry was once a meaty voyage into the fuckedupness caused by hormones. But I can't subject any of you to that. It's sad. And embarassing. And kinda boring.Christ, I'm not in a writing mode tonight and it shows.It begins - 12.15.05 I'm like Jesus! - 12.13.05 New blood, old skin - 11.05.04 Division is a new world order - 03.17.04 Was it a lie? - 03.17.04 |
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