15 January 2004

Okay. No more will be said about 'bitch that thought she could weasel in.' Ever. Anywhere.
Last night someone got drunk and jealous (you do the math...). Now I've got some serious butt kissing to do. I'm scared. I don't want to lose him. Which means it's time to cut back on the drinking and play nice.

And hope to all the powers that be that my cell phone has free nights and weekends, cuz I was on the phone for a few hours to California last night.

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