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Man, bitches from Houston be gettin' it on. Courtney Enders and her whole racing Disney movie blah blah blah thing, and I just found out through Facebook friending that Brittany Hefner, who used to live across the street from me when we were little and be my best friend until we found out that we hated each other and she was a huge bitch, is now a dancer for the San Antonio Spurs. Go figure. YOUR FAVORITE PLAYER WOULD BE ROBERT HORRY, YOU WHORE. YOU'RE PROBABLY FUCKING HIM ON THE SIDE.
Whatever.
So I have tickets for the first night of the Raconteurs, but presale tickets literally sold out within the first 8 minutes. I better get tickets for the second night, and Michael better get a ticket, or I'm going to have to kill a bitch. And it will be Brittany Hefner.
In other news, I skipped all my classes for the first time today to come down to Richmond and spend the day with my sister. We've been playing Guitar Hero and hanging out and having a grand old time. It's cold as balls in her apartment right now, though, and one of her cats is giving me the hairy eyeball. I think they're hungry.
My hair looks amazing.
Whatever.
So I have tickets for the first night of the Raconteurs, but presale tickets literally sold out within the first 8 minutes. I better get tickets for the second night, and Michael better get a ticket, or I'm going to have to kill a bitch. And it will be Brittany Hefner.
In other news, I skipped all my classes for the first time today to come down to Richmond and spend the day with my sister. We've been playing Guitar Hero and hanging out and having a grand old time. It's cold as balls in her apartment right now, though, and one of her cats is giving me the hairy eyeball. I think they're hungry.
My hair looks amazing.