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09.03.03 :: 9:49 am
I don't know why I said that, I think I'm just feeling extra-sepcial feisty this morning. In accordance and compliance with the Encyclopedia Whorenunnica Volumen I, I too have scored a date for the evening. I'm a little less than thrilled with going on a date with a guy who shares the masculine form of my name, but beggars cannot be choosers here, people. The pickins are slim. All I know is that he's a massage therapist (hi) and he has 31 years of life under his belt, which I know doesn't seem like a great feat but in New York City there appears to be a serious dearth of men over the age of...ohhh I dunno... twenty. I'll be giving the cock report tomorrow. |