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email from gene:

" What are you doing tonight? You were very mysterious when you got out of the car yesterday : "I might be having dinner with somebody." What's this? A rendezvous? I demand an explanation."

i felt very anti-climactic telling him that it wasn't very rendezvous-y at all, simply a good dinner with angela, garrett and a couple of net.friends. i don't think i'm quite ready for a life of mysterious french meetings with strange somebody's anyhow - it's quite enough spending a comfortable evening with friends and disney songs in the car stereo. now, if only i could get this heffalump womboozle song out of my brain...

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a sudden epiphany lead me to delete my notify list and a few other things connected to this journal (including the never finished food section.) i'm having this sudden urge of re-organization and re-evaluation. in narrowing this site down, i kind of feel like i am narrowing the blackboard down a little.

for some reason i feel less limited. i am finally realising that as cool as it is to have people read things i write and put up, it's also extremely cool to feel that the only one i have to answer to is myself. there can be no bad entries because my purpose is just to write entries, regardless of quality. so. there you go.

thanks for sticking around, though. enter phase 2, whatever that may be...

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nick carter is SO on drugs. totally. i guess it's hard readjusting from being youngest and cutest when you're 6'1 and growing with decidedly bad hair and style. hahahaha!

hahah. aaah. hmm. y'know. i should run my own tabloid. "Bill Clinton's cat - GAY!!" ... "Chuck Norris - first man pregnant!" okay, shut up. he is so on drugs, though. it's the hair. mmm-hmm. drugsdrugsdrugs.

no - i don't think it's sad to spend time speculating which backstreet boy is gay and who's on drugs at all. it's quite entertaining and mindless - sort of like reading a barbara cartland novel. some days you just have to let the brain rest a bit.