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Drinking
Monday, March 21, 2005
I love how boys say that girls are manipulative bitches. I have met the most manipulative bitch... and hey, I went to Woodbury High School! And this bitch does not have a vagina (I would know). This manipulator is named Dustin and he is better at that game than any girl I have ever met. I won't even totally go into it. But basically today Lewann and I needed to talk because Dustin lied to me and got me mad at her, something I feel bad about because I really like Lewann. But we talked and realized that Dustin basically lied to me to get me pissed at Lewann so he'd look innocent. PLUS he lied to Leah and told her I was talking shit about her when I wasn't. So I talked to Lewann and to Leah and all is cool with us. And Dustin... well, I left a message telling him I knew what was going on. He was nice to me at work, as usual, but I don't believe a word that comes out of hit mouth. Bleh.

I'm so tired. Shannon came over tonight with Frankie, which was really funny. We went to Perkins so that Dustin and Benji could meet The Frank AND because Gabe was in one of my dresses, lol. That is a long story in itself but it was SO amusing. And, sadly, he almost looked better in it than me. Wow.

I will continue this tomorrow. When I'm sober. Goodnight!
10:00 PM


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I'm just a girl trying to find my place in the world. I don't claim to be perfect and I don't expect anyone in my life to try to be that way either. I try to keep only good, positive and trustworthy people around me. I've been burned in the past but right now I feel like things are pretty good. I'm in the middle of re-applying to school, I work full time at Caribou Coffee and in between I just want to have fun. I am only 23, after all, and I want to live it up. Like what you see? Feel free to read more.

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