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Thursday, August 05, 2004

I'm doing the smart thing and calling to invite people the day before the party. At the moment I'm calling to see how Dylan is doing. He's been sick for some time now.

I love decorating my folder with attractive guys. And random stuff from comic-con.

"Ain't no thang but a chicken wing." Wow, my boyfriend is a goddamn philosopher. Weeeee!
Nyeh, I can't think of anything to write. Maybe I'll have something later.

Lost @ 12:36 PM