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Ugh! People, empty your inbox, please! I had to send someone an email confirming permission to sit on rehearsals for one of my school's productions, and his inbox is full and there's no way to notify him of that. For reals, yo.

What have I done, what have I done...I've done the following:

Ate ice cream, cookies, pizza and then wanted to shoot myself for being a bear but then walked myself through self-therapy. ack. never mind

Sang "Hopelessly Devoted To You" really loudly with my mother in the car.

Watching the Golden Globes and yelling when that fucker from Deadwood beat out my lover Julian McMahon for best dramatic actor. Then sqealing with delight when Nip/Tuck won best dramatic series.

Forgetting my phone charger in Indianapolis and having to leave my phone off until I can get it back.

Blah. I'm bored. Someone make me a hip-hop mix. My only requirements: it must contain Tupac's "I get around" and Biggie's "Big Poppa", and Snoop's "Drop it like it's hot". No crunk. No dirty south. And it must have Public Enemy, Dre, and NWA. C'mon, help a chick out.

If I were to ever become a bitchin' rockstar, this would be the cover of my first album:



(from the Barbie Suicide folder in albums)