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Thursday, May 16, 2002 ( 6:06 PM ) Dear World, I don't get why they wouldn't want to have a tambourine player in their band. Or a go-go dancer! I have the boots and I would wear a wig if they wanted me to. I don't understand. The Beatles had a tambourine player although I don't know who it was but you can hear it in some of their songs, and the Beatles are God. Even though they're mostly dead. Oh, I forgot, Paul isn't dead yet. Whew! But. Back to current business. You're not going to believe it but I actually went to the White Horse on Saturday night (I found out on Craigslist that it is the place to go if you are a Lesbian on a Saturday Night.) WELL! Big surprise, all the women there were... how can I put this delicately... BIG and FRIGHTENING. No way am I going to make out with them! But a few of them hit on me which was encouraging, it indicates to me that I was pulling off the "bi" bit OK. Either that or they were really drunk. In any case, that's not the place where I am going to find the girlfriend with whom to entice the males of my species. I need a new plan.
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