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I have worked two days in a row this weekend. NOT ALLOWED. Don't do it. It's so sad. I went to the gym today and worked out because I'm very scrawny and getting flabby. But I'm trying not to think about it. P.S. I want to be an Abercrombie model. Its 1:15 and my whole body hurts and I'm drunk off of Pelligrino (aka...really tired). Tomorrow I'm going to see Albert in her show. I hope it is wonderful beyond belief. I eat too much. I just ate a whole bag of popcorn, cheese and crackers (like a pound), and a big bad of pretzels. Again, not allowed. But I'm not thinking about that. I went tanning today to. It was fun. I like the stand up booths because you can move around. I shook it like a polaroid picture for the full 6 minutes I was in there. I'm thinking that maybe I should go in for longer because I've been told that doesn't do shit. Ps I'm scared that people really think I was shaking it in the tanning booth. Becuase I wasn't. I didn't open my eyes. But I do know that I was wearing white underwear it when the lights shut off and it was all black they still glowed. I thought maybe I got the freak radioactive booth, but I have yet to grow a third nipple, so I am thinking I'm all set. In conclusion, I have decided it is extremely fun to be self-image-obsessed and very vain. I am angered that it is seen as a "girly" thing to do. I am going to enjoy it too. So off I go to the tanning salon, then to the gym, then who knows. But when you see me and I look cute, don't you be all jealous because you can do it too. Just try.
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Feel better Britt and Marissa (OOTI girl), you were both VERY cute drunks.
...I can't remember anything I just typed.
Feel better Britt and Marissa (OOTI girl), you were both VERY cute drunks.