2001-05-14 :: 3:31 p.m.

I am such a dope. I forgot my clothes at the dry cleaners for five days. I hope I don't see anyone around Jersey city with my duds on.

Already I'm thinking four days ahead for a party with my girls and for a party at Tallboy's and the skin's looking pretty nice these days so I'm feeling like I could knock someone out with the glow, but you know, I still dig your music, kid. The part where you sing backups to her upfronts and you still make my cheeks red. Red, I tell you.

We're underground, secret service, sneaky sleuths. When they find out what's been cooking, we're cooked.

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