Long Live 6 FT.OK - so Dan has some other career/recruitment thing to go to for the third night in a row. I'm a little peeved as I would like to go out--or at least I want him to clean up his shit off the bedroom floor. Anyway, I really need to tear myself away from this computer. It's giving me a headache. Signing off.
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For starters, I can't fit into my diva clothes anymore. They're in a tupperware in the closet in my Special Room. Second, I don't really go out by myself anymore. The last time I went out by myself for a drink at this new restaurant I had wanted to check out, some disgusting drunken guy who was the sous chef at yet another new restaurant I wanted to check out kept trying to kiss me. His breath was rank. I never again went out by myself and I never got to check out that restaurant, which BTW got very good reviews.
Shiz.. three nights in row! hmmm.. seduce the sonofabeotch.
OR
I've got it.. CALL ME! you know I'm always up for some good convo.. and usually have good dirt to dish.
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