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Friday, July 16, 2004 ( 6:02 PM ) Rebecca I am cranky. Do you hear me? C-R-A-N-K-Y! Why? Oh, I don't know! I SHOULDN'T be, that's for sure. After all, I'm not being BOMBED or SHOT AT or SENT TO WAR. I don't have CANCER. (Not yet anyway!) But #$%Q! I haven't had s*x in almost a freaking year. That's RIGHT. Now, is that a monumental waste or what? There are not many years left for me, people, that I am going to be this hot. I mean, please. This body is going to waste. And I am cranky about it! Oh sure, I could go out there and f*ck almost anyone. But do I want to? NO. Call me old-fashioned but I'm through with casual sex! That's why I didn't sleep with The Captain. That's why I didn't sleep with Sporty Architect Boy. That's why I haven't slept with anyone in a freakin' year because either 1)I have not been attracted to them or 2)they were not attracted to me or 3)they were not relationship material. I think I'm about to set some kind of personal record, if I haven't already.
PLUS, it's too freaking hot around here. F*ck summer. | # E-mail Breakup Babe |
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