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ok first things first: justin timberlake's new cd is hot like fiyah!! and no tracy, it's not just because i'm gay. although that doesn't hurt... a distant second to that news is that fact that gay soccer completely kicked my ass. omg! i'm so fucking sore. i hadn't played soccer in like 7 years. i ran way more than i have in a long long time and i'm fucking feeling it today. i've been unable to walk a lot and have been having a really hard time with stairs. yesterday i fell up the steps coming out of the subway station. it was really tragic. oh and i'm pretty sure i'm about the gayest person in the league. there were like 30 gays together for three hours and i didn't hear the word "girl" once. nor did i hear "bitch!" or "uh uh." i'm a little out of my element. i'll just have to butch it up a little. the practice was basically just a scrimmage game for three hours. oh and i totally scored a goal. yeah, now who's the shit. tell your friends. that's about it going on for me. steve's aunt died the other night so he's on his way to new jersey for the wake tonight and the funeral tomorrow so i'm home alone. still don't have an apt lined up. my friend may be moving in with her girlfriend, she's supposedly talking to her about it right now. if she does i'm gonna take her apt. it's not really where i want to live but it would be no fee, no deposit, and no lease so that would be nice. that way when i meet my millionaire husband i can just move right out and into his penthouse apt. ok, gotta take a nap now. a bitch is tired. seriously, gay soccer equals hard. hard like a dick. hard like two big gay dicks in a sword fight. the end...