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Thanks for taking me off your friends list, Jackass. Just because we're not friends in real life doesn't mean we can't still read each other's blogs. God.

Anyways. I don't know what was with me last night. I only had 2 beers and around 6 shots of Zombie. I was plowed. Plowed enough to say, "MARILYN MANSON MAKES ME WANNA MASTURBATE AND KILL MY PARENTS AND DO DRUGS AND SPIT ON JESUS, OMG!!!111"

At the time it seemed like a good thing to say. Meh.

So, the boy and I are... waiting things out. Giving it a trial run. He says I wear him out, lol. I dunno, he has his moments... like when he gives me a hug and a kiss, tells me he likes me a lot, then proclaims, "I hate committment! Relationships are for suckers!" Gah. I understand where he's coming from, though. I'm not too eager to rush into a serious thang, but I would like to know what we are. Am I his girlfriend? His toy? His gal Friday?

I don't why I'm saying this. I shouldn't be talking to people. Word gets around too quick in this community. I'm looking at you.

Oh, and btw, I saw the hottest thing EVER this weekend. Oh man oh man oh man. Boy J kissing Boy T. *swoon*