2001-07-19 :: 7:57 p.m.

All I know is that My Boy is sneaking a flask of vodka on the flight to Florida, yo, so he can make me Bloody Marys and I won't have a panic attack about being strapped in a tin can at 30,000 feet. That's some sweet lovin.

Some other things I know tonight: My online datey boys all collectively remembered that they can't get enough of the Sharon Taint. Three emails. All pretty much saying the same thing. Did they have a meeting or something? Were they all told there would be punch and pie?

Poor bastards. You snooze, you lose, buddies. This gal's spoken for.

I hate it when I take a bathrom break and I get totally engrossed in a zine in there and the computer times out my internet connection. I need DSL. And a stiff drink.

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