January 30, 2002 :: 3:29 p.m.
the stripper hits are driving me mad.
My brother just got home and he's watching 7th Heaven. Excuse me while I vomit on the keyboard.
I woke up at one today, since I didn't go to bed until 5:30 this morning. Blah. I went to the post office and mailed three things to Adam, including his pseudo-birthday-present (his birthday is tomorrow). I had to pay the postage for that one in nickels; I'm glad it was only 80 cents. My dad went to the grocery store and actually got me soup without chicken stock for once. I just had some for lunch and it's yummy.
I keep getting more hits from the stripper thing. It's a bit unnerving. They've graduated from "stripper 72 dd" to "man suffocates stripper." Does this person just have an obsessive fascination with that one single story from the Weekly World News? Or do they just have a sick interest in strippers who suffocate men with their extra-large breasts? I don't get it. And you'd think that by now, whoever it is (assuming it's just one person) would realize that my diary is not a good source of information on this subject. Stop searching for this shit! It's driving me insane.
back & forth
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