the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.
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6:59 p.m. + 2006-10-07 = i guess i'm all the rage in the all-but-married circles.
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a lovely st. paul couple has propositioned me.
and though threesomes are SO 2002 and have the tendency to stir-up a tremendous awkwardness and anxiety within me, i jotted down my number.
cos it's nice to be asked, and only polite to envisage and do so with tangible flirtation.
[[ok, ok... AND because the one looks like/reminds me of DJP and the other looks like/reminds me of steven. so really... once past the awkwardness [and the shame of buying into the �berobvious projection], 'twould be hott.]]
and of course [wouldn't you know...], at this VERY minute... ms. ann peebles has shuffled her "(I Feel Like)Breaking Up Somebody's Home" into the background music.
my iPod's pertinent clairvoyance sometimes frightens me.
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comments?? --->[thisaway]--->[[looks to me as though there are...]]---> 0 repercussions thus far
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