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by A.

I’m lonely and bored and horny from watching the delicious lead singer of Depeche Mode do like nineteen million pelvic thrusts on this DVD we’re watching. Oh god…Thanksgiving was such a fucking pain. I hate old people. It was like everything was going in slow motion. And it’s still only 8:20. Wtf is going on. Kelly’s talking with Dan on the phone and I’m surfing MySpace to find out what my old ex from Brookings is doing. De-fucking-pressing. I suddenly miss the hell out of him now that I saw a pic of him kissing some random ugly guy.

I basically told Jordan to fuck off again, but he’ll keep messaging me. The MySpace thing is better than him stalking me though. I mean, he needs to keep something in his “mind.”

Kevin also messaged me out of the blue. I sent him something back and now I keep checking to see if he replied because I have nothing better to do. Did I mention the DM pelvic thrusts? That lead singer guy totally gives me a boner. Aww, the DVD just ended. Now what am I going to do? Shit. I should download the pics off my camera onto Kelly’s computer in case we do end up going somewhere.