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I finally had a threesome! Two chicks at the same fucking time! Ohmygod, that was so fucking cool. And all things considered, it only cost $300. The way I see it, it was money well spent. I never thought of myself as the type of person to go get himself hookers, but at my age, I realized that unless I took matters into my own hands, it was never going to happen.
Don't worry. I used condoms!
Strangely enough, I also had a dream about Olana. She was in a dominatrix outfit and she was ordering me to bark like a banana and peel a dog. Odd really.
Busy busy busy.
Finished Chapter 11.
Spring break shitty. Got into wicked fight over Ball And Chain's sudden unemployment.
Saw shitload of movies so before I forget:
Forces Of Nature: **1/2
True Crime: **
The Mod Squad: **
Sunday, April 4, 1999, 6:34 pm
Oh how pleasant. I received my check from District Court: $44.56.
So anyway, before I get interupted yet again by another computer crash, the Wedding could have been worse. High school reunion. All night, I'm either asking Veruca Chick, "Who the fuck was that again?" or "I swear to God, that person hated my fucking guts in high school."
Never before have I used my blank face so often: "Oh hello! I'm great and you? Terrific, terrific. *whispering to Veruca Chick* What was his name again? */whispering* Well take care George!"
My only gripe about the wedding is a huge one. The invitations should have read: You're cordially invited to the wedding of ______ and _______ with a special appearance by Miss Asian Beauty Queen Slutt!
My mother insisted that I not bring a defaced copy of the Marie Claire article to paste on the bathroom wall.
And that's all I really should say about that. Ahem.
The Royal Hawaiian is a really nice hotel even though the color is Whore Pink. The food was really good but I'd give someone a dollar if they could find an ashtray.
My wedding favor was two mini-bars of Hershey's and a mustard dish which I broke in my garage.
The real fun started when me and Veruca Chick went down to Brew Moon and martini martini martini. I'm not the hugest fan of vodka but shit, it does the fucking job and that's all that counts.
Shouldn't I be hunting eggs?
I cannot begin to stress how fucking cool the Matrix was. Only thing is, I couldn't get Dark City outta my head. Regardless, all films should have guns and kung fu. Wanna hear my imitation of Keanu Reeves? *dense voice* "I know kung fu." Sounds just like him, huh?
Spunker
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