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whats my name bitch?

i feel sort of fat and i hate being the girl who says that.

chris and i keep fake making plans. like we call each other and attempt to chill but it's just not happening. i guess our timing is off. i would like to go record shopping with him but i'm not sweating it too hard.

tonight i go have dinner at home with fam. i want to bring back my tapes and my elvis costello poster, the big one that says TRUST, like in less than zero. i want to go to the salvation army too. if d comes with, he will se the family dynamic in full effect. an interesting experiment. regardless, it will be good to get out of the city, evne for just a few hours. i'd like to be on the road again, to drive around again. i would do it differently tho. i'd like to go with a few peeps, not just the boyfriend. i dont want to think that i'm too old to ever do that again.

i have not much to say. i'm avoiding the pile of dishes in my sink.

boring. boring.boring.

money and blood dont mix

like two dicks

and no bitch

oh-best eminem line. he's like

if i stuck it to any singer in show biz it'd be jennifer lopez

and puffy you know this

sorry puff but i wouldn't care if this chick was my own mother

i'd still fuck her with no rubber

and come inside her and have a son and a new brother

and just say that aint mine--whats my name?

genius

2:01 p.m. - 2002-03-28

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