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Look! Happy fucking New Year, everyone. You, too. As per usual, I spent the evening in my room, alone, getting drunk. And I couldn't have been happier. Sure, there were a couple phone calls and I watched Jay and Silent Bob with my father, but I think solitude is the best for me. I have to save face, you know. Or something. And, of course, the only thing I was getting up close and personal with come midnight was a bottle of Boone's Farm. Sexy, sexy Boone's Farm. I have resolutions. And pictures. And some words I scrawled on a sheet of paper that may or may not make sense, but I'll post them here, anyway. OK, I want a veggie burger. And I have to start soaking my black-eyed peas. And then cane myself for being so goddamn boring in my first entry of the year. Ooo, here's something meaty and fitting for a diary: I am thinking about a boy. Again. Ahem. Forever 23, my ass - 01.25.06 P-Nutz - 01.20.06 My nose hurts - 01.16.06 And really bad eggs - 01.13.06 I ain't no Alex Trebek - 01.11.06 � |
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