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Wednesday, January 28, 2004 ( 11:56 AM ) Fat Bitch Remember that old adage...never trust anyone over 30? Now, I'm of the mind that one should never trust anyone under 30. The young lady in CO, an online "friend" has made a complete nuisance of herself by pestering Cyn and making me look bad. Very bad. Maybe she was kidding, or teasing, or joking. I'm not laughing. # Thursday, January 22, 2004 ( 1:22 PM ) Fat Bitch Been spending as much time as possible with Cyn. I can't seem to get enough of her. In love? or compulsive? Who cares? # Sunday, January 11, 2004 ( 11:36 PM ) Fat Bitch Ohhh I'm a gonner. I know, I KNOW ! I've said it before...but.... Ladies and Germs, I've gotta say it again! I'm in Love. Not just Love. I'm in LOVE. How the HELL did this happen? I dunno. All I know is that when I'm with her, I'm happy. When I'm thinking about her, I'm happy. When she looks at me with those INCREDIBLE eyes....oh...man... I get all gooey inside. You'd think that this was the first time I had ever been in love before. Well.... Well..... Nope...I'm not gonna say I've never been in love before. But I will say, this is the first time I've been in love....and not HATED it. Jeeeessssuuuusssss.... somebody shut me up already. # ( 8:36 AM ) Fat Bitch Had the cyst on my back removed Friday. It was just a little thing, and probably didn't even need to come out, however...I knew it was there...and it kinda gave me the heebies knowing it was there... So a tiny cut...dig dig dig...stitch stitch stitch...and all's well. I've never had stitches before...they're kinda icky. # Thursday, January 08, 2004 ( 5:40 PM ) Fat Bitch I've lost my Big Italian Goombah. His wife called night before last to let me know that he had passed away, just before Christmas. She said that she was calling his list of friends to let them know. She gave me the required, "He really cared for you" speech. I replied with the " My heart goes out to you" speech. Truth be known, I'm gonna miss the big lug. He was, in his own odd way, my protector. Goodbye Jimmy Ledesma, wherever you are. # |
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