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Oi vey! I hate laptops. The mouse on ours does not want to work, so we have to use the touchpad. Damn touchpad. It makes responding to comments an assfuck.

Anyway, I am fitness girl! Today is the second day I have gone outside in the blazin' midday sun to jog/walk my way to fitness. My goal is to run a good amount without collapsing and begging for water the first two minutes. Dudes, my abs are (sloooowly) getting ripped. I have a two pack! weeeee!

Last night my brother and I were high on orange Slice. We watched Buffy the Vampire Slayer (the movie, bitches! Kristie Swanson and Luke Perry forever!) and paused/craked up at Ben Afflecks glorious cameo. Although, it really wasn't a cameo then since he was unknown and it's uncredited. He was more of an extra. My brother calls it a retroactive cameo. We then watched Conan Obrien (Richard Schiff and Jay Mohr were guests, woot.) and Kathy Griffin's The D-List.

Earlier I watched Blow Out on Bravo with my parents, during which my mother swooned over Jonathan Antin the entire time. Word up, his sister Robin founded the Pussycat Dolls-she's on my Carmen workout tape. Far out.

I wish I liked taking charge. I would place an ad to start a band or a Burlesque troop. I need activity!

Meatwad make the money, see. Meatwad get the honnies, g.

I may spend the night in my room dancing around in my underwear to The Gossip. Ciao.