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Thursday, May 23, 2002 ( 6:35 PM ) Dear World, Last night my friend Amy dragged me out to SF to go to a show. Actually I really kind of wanted to go, but there was also this Poetry Slam thing happening at the Starry Plough and it was the semi-finals so I wanted to be there just to see Shawn get booed off the stage. But Amy was depressed and last summer when she was in Wisconsin (that's where I met her before she followed me out here and no she's not cute enough for me to make out with her) she somehow got herself invited to a party with this band and fucked the main guy so we HAD to go see him. Well I admit they totally rock. Anyway I am glad she was driving because I ended up getting drunk and making out with this guy named Pete... something. He is in fucking Med School! I made out with an INTERN! Isn't that crazy? We were at this place called Edinburgh Castle. I went to the bathroom and I was totally embarrassed because a) my lipstick was smeared halfway across my face, and b) one boob was hanging totally out of my bra, and c) big red spot on my neck where he sucked on it... Amy came in and was like "What happened to YOU?" Then she wanted to stick around and see if she could fuck that guy again but he wasn't even looking at her, I doubt he remembered her at all. But I was starting to feel sick and I made her drive me home. I did it for her own good! She would have made a fool of herself by staying. But now she is totally mad at me. Well fuck that noise.
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