This is a journal entry from all of my wasted friends who are over here at our friend Dave's house. I'm not wasted, though, because I'm...NON-Polluted.

Jen: Regina's boobs were licked by a girl...

Liz: Twice.

Angelina: There are some scary people here that almost killed us.

Sarah: I got mad love for this rum. I got mad love for this broad.

Okay Angelina is biting my arm now. Seriously...she licked whipped creme out of my cleavage earlier. All these lucky dykes (and a straight girl) got to see my bra-ed boobies. Now I am leaving myself pornographic messages from Dave's computer. Okay, well I guess I'll end this now to get back to my peeps.

Okay, I forgot...this week I've been yelling the crap out of kids at the store. I don't know what's been up with me, but they're all SUCH brats, and it's like I've become out of control, even like an old woman...like I've been saying stuff like, "You kids have NO RESPECT!" Can you believe that? Anyway, I am done.

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