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I wrote this on June 17th 2001. I miss this Amber:
i am beautiful and fun and cool and wonderful and good and sexy and weird and all i ever want to do again is get all over this guy named matt because he rocks and he gives me unbelievable orgasms even though he doesn't know where my clitoris is. just imagine if he did. wow. anyway, i love me and i think i'm the best. i know this may sound a bit arrogant but really my head couldn't get any bigger. so, back to matt: he is incredible in every way imaginable and tonight we are going to watch hidden dragons with dancing tigers even though i don't want to. hopefully, matt will put out after the movie while we listen to the cranes. at least he better after all the shit i have to put up with with him. he can be such a pain in the ass but since i am the coolest, hottest chic in all the world, i am tolerant of him. he is grateful especially when i tell him he needs to learn how to dress. but then i wear one green sock and one red sock but that is all the fashion at least it will be once everyone sees me wearing them. oh, wonderful me. sweet, kind, wonderful me. i am the starch in matt's collar - the tea in his bag - the ice in his cream - i am his hardcore groove machine - his slippy, slappy, hip jumping-bean - he can lick me anyday. and how. mmmmmm baby. well, i guess that will be all for now. don't cry yourselves to sleep because the queen of all that is beautiful - the goddess of venus herself will write again soon. ciao.
i am beautiful and fun and cool and wonderful and good and sexy and weird and all i ever want to do again is get all over this guy named matt because he rocks and he gives me unbelievable orgasms even though he doesn't know where my clitoris is. just imagine if he did. wow. anyway, i love me and i think i'm the best. i know this may sound a bit arrogant but really my head couldn't get any bigger. so, back to matt: he is incredible in every way imaginable and tonight we are going to watch hidden dragons with dancing tigers even though i don't want to. hopefully, matt will put out after the movie while we listen to the cranes. at least he better after all the shit i have to put up with with him. he can be such a pain in the ass but since i am the coolest, hottest chic in all the world, i am tolerant of him. he is grateful especially when i tell him he needs to learn how to dress. but then i wear one green sock and one red sock but that is all the fashion at least it will be once everyone sees me wearing them. oh, wonderful me. sweet, kind, wonderful me. i am the starch in matt's collar - the tea in his bag - the ice in his cream - i am his hardcore groove machine - his slippy, slappy, hip jumping-bean - he can lick me anyday. and how. mmmmmm baby. well, i guess that will be all for now. don't cry yourselves to sleep because the queen of all that is beautiful - the goddess of venus herself will write again soon. ciao.