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Emile is hot. I always forget that he's hot, and I just think about how he's kind of dumb, and then I see him and I forget everything. He makes pink look good 'nuf said mmmk. We're gonna go watch Napoleon Dynamite tomorrow ;). His friend CJ, who looks like the buffest bull dog you've ever seen was there. He was like, super, super touchy feely with me. K, think Brawny paper towels guy except urban=CJ. He kissed my face and kept touching my neck, I don't sleep in beds with my boyfriends, I sure as hell don't want a paper towel spokesperson all up in my grill.
Word has it that one of the worldest greatest poets is going to Bumbershoot this weekend, but I refuse to share, because if you don't know- you don't deserve too. I saw Buddy Wakefield tonight and he's one of the most beautiful poets I've ever seen perform. He's incredible. I, like Rachel, also met my future lover. He was in the EMCEE competition. He sucked, but he had a voice that was thick like molasses and skin like cream. The whole urban hippie thing going, I'm in love with him. You know, I bet my love life would be a little bit better if I actually talked to guys, now that I'm less of a porker. I was hit on by a cute 16 year old, but shit bitch, I don't want to go to jail!