the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.



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10:03 p.m. + 2006-10-03 = "I" statements.

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I'm listening to "Blasphemous Rumors" by Depeche Mode like it's going out of style.

I'm catching up on NY Times Sunday crossword puzzles as a severe thunderstorm removes the remaining leaves of the trees in my yard.

I have "hockey hair" and am in desperate need of a shave.

I am under the impression that I would quite enjoy to have and [probably] benefit ['as an individual'] from having a boyfriend for a couple weeks.

I shall go to bed early.

I shall wake up earlier.

I swear I'm going to record my cover of Alice Cooper's "Poison" tomorrow, come hell or high water.

I'm going to leave this at that.


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