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Hello again, journal. Yous almost as negelcted as a giggolo's baby, according to Paco.
Trixie and Paco came over last night. We stayed up watching "Half Baked" and smoked a couple J's in honor before we went to bed. God, Snoop Dogg is so damn sexy. I'd sip some gin and swallow his juice anyday.. wait.. ew, he's a boy. Anyway, after those two passed out on my sofa (I had long left the room because they were gettin freaky) I sat down at my computer and started messing around with this thing. The new layout's pretty whack, eh? The picture I used is of me (the blonde... platinum, baby) and my ex, Courtney. She's a cute one, don't you think? We had kind of a hard break-up, though, because she's bisexual and she all of sudden decided she wanted to fuck guys again. And I got fed up with being the "alternate" so we ended shizzle. That's right, you heard it, I'm single.
Anywho, I'm going clubbin tonight with Stasha and I've got to get ready. I think we're going to the Church, or some other hip hop club with no cover. You know what I hate, though? Guys only dance with you after you tell them your a lesbian, and its like, um, I told you that i liked girls so you wouldn't dance with me and so other girls would.
Hmmmm, the hoop earrings or the cubic zirconium?
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