21.9.07
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16.9.07
I bought an outer space dress. And I wore it to dinner at a Greek-Mexican restaurant for my friend's twentieth birthday. Yes, there are such things as Greek-Mexican restaurants. Pinback is Wednesday and I'm probably going to die. I cried when I listened to "Autumn of the Seraphs" the first time through. Okay, I didn't bawl, but I shed a tear or two. You see, I was terrified that it would suck, so I had pent up a lot of energy about the album, and, upon realizing how horrible it wasn't, my emotions ran amok.
5.9.07
4.9.07
Honestly?
I was on my way home, when a group of guys in a passing vehicle pulled quite the yelp-and-run. Riding my bicycle, not half-naked or acting remotely sexy, I hear a gaggle of male voices holler, "Haaa-ay we want some pussssay." I wish I was lying. No, they weren't listening to that song, in case that's what you were thinking. I half-hoped that at first, but no dice. But, really? You're going to shout, "Haaa-ay we want some pussssay"? What the fuck is that?
I swear, nothing but gents for Becky.
I swear, nothing but gents for Becky.
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