So now pretty much everyone knows...

I just want to point out that even though the early part of this diary seems quite bitter and such, that doesn't mean that I hate Corrie or she's a bad person. Sorrie Corrie. Sorry it all went wrong, because it was so nice.

It's just sad.

But I still want to know what that massage dance was. Unless Plume is all a trick too...

It snowed today! It wasn't much, but it was beautiful. A sort of soft and gentle snow. It hasn't really caught a hold of the ground but it was nice while it lasted.

Doll-hair please write something in your diary. Anything. (EDIT: Yeah, perfect timing. Make me look stupid)

I put in a new guestbook. I have my doubts about the analyzers. It's been saying it will be done in a day for days. I'm not sure the move was as well thought out as it should've been. So now you can sign both my analyzer and my guestbook! (Which means please sign either)

Please.

Here's the funniest thing you'll ever see. It's mad I tells ya! Nah, but what is that name?! That's sick. I don't even want to know why they'd name their dog that...

Yesterday I discovered that I have an ignore list on napster. D'oh! I thought it was something fanciful on the newer versions... I've never put anyone on ignore ever (intentionally) so I never had any reason to check my ignore list or anything. Or so I thought. Well, turns out I was ignoring 6-7 people. God only knows why/how. Napster only knows.

Speaking of napster....

Yes, another fascinating glimpse into the life of Mr. Plume.

Katie Holmes killed her hair. Ugh. I'll always remember her like this.

Now that we're doing porn, anybody up for some interracial homo eroticism? That's a simpsons reference. I'm not sick, really. Honestly.

Speaking still of porn... My porn queen is back! And so is Sarra. So now msn is much sexier. Of course I'm there too so that detracts...

Too bad I wear glasses or it could've been a goat island adventure.

I don't know what I'm saying. I'm tired. I'm lost inside the dreams of teen machines.

But only on my own.

Oh I hope it'll snow some more.

Please?

G'night, hold the whipped cream, please

np: kent - 747

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