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4:41 p.m. - 2002-08-20 Other news is scarce, except that I have discovered that B doesn�t like being called Bean Town for some stupid reason. And I am also not allowed to call her �Homes� in bed. I�m not sure that this relationship is worth it. I mean, come on. Bean Town and Homes are two of the funnest things to say, and if she is putting those things off limits, what�s next? No, Biancy-donkey punch, no Bean Town, and no Homes. What the hell does she expect of me? What should I call her? Fucking women. I am not allowed to name any future children we may have �Clampy� either. I�m not so sure we are soul mates after all. Jesus. I had the spirit of good entry in me a few hours ago, but dland was down. Now it has passed. I find myself wanting to talk about how I am finna eat pizza in a couple of minutes, and while it will be tasty pizza for certain, I can�t make it interesting. Give me a break; I have never really had any formal writing classes. You and B both expect too much, �blah, blah, blah�Homes isn�t sexy�this and that�turning your shirt inside out is not the same as changing into a clean one�rant and rave�if you were really skilled at diarying you could make anything interesting�� Suck it! (I don�t mean you Bean Tow�I mean Bianca, you know I would never say anything like that to you. You my homie, girl!)
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