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'appy boithday jennifer!
oh now i remember.
i was a very very angry person and feeling muy aggressive on saturday and sunday, ::casually punches innocent bystander::
but see, since i don't get angry very often, i was not aware until monday that, that is, unusually so. example: running around advanced acting singing "i'm a h-bomb/ na na na na/ na na na na/ i'm a h-bomb/ na na na na/ na na na na/ atoms split and cities fall/ atoms split and cities fall..." etc.
::pauses, concedes:: well, yes, i have been loopier. whatever crack i was on that day must've been good. it's jennifer's 18th birthday today! we're all so proud! ::snaps pictures:: hey shorty/ it's your birfday/ we gon' party/ like it's your birfday/ we gonna sip bacardi/ like it's your birfday/ and you know we don't give a ::pause:: it's not your birfday! in other news, we did the booty call and the apache dance in the dark, freezing, empty school parking lot last night. ::sighs:: how i love random dance parties. FIN. 6:51 p.m., Tuesday, Mar. 04, 2003 |
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