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Tonight is date night. That means...HOORAY FOR ME!

It is also the night I trek out to Scarberia and give my friend Kiley some decorating tips for the house she's living in now. But please don't call me a decorator. Ce n'est pas cool.

Saturday night on a friend's patio I almost puked from secondhand smoke...OUTSIDE...what the fuck. Out of seven of us, I was the only non-cancer kid. I might as well just start smoking since all I breathe is your shitty air, assholes.

Last night Sam and I went to a park in creepy Shelbyville/Pleasantville to smoke a joint...I was really good with not eating bad food all day, but then she came up with the brilliant plan to go get a pizza and some Half Baked ice cream...which sounds super great in theory, but after we demolished all of it, I realized it pretty much cancelled out all my gym-going for the week. Fuck. Ass. So today I went twice. Go me.

Yay, two of my friends joined my free iPod thing and now I only need 3 more...wouldn't you like your very own colour iPod photo? I WOULD!

Get your free iPod, byatch!

And today I got my 7 DVDs in the mail from when I joined it and I am proud to own both Shreks and the Notebook...and did I mention SPACEBALLS? That's right, cuntbags.

BYE.