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walking perfection.
01.01.2004 | 10:39 p.m.

what is real what is not real blah blah blah who wants honesty i don't care for much no no i really don't so many things happened balah labblajlabaljhablah this holiday... good anlandlkfasj dakldj qldkf;qj a. it was okay. yeah. nice dream. nice moment with boy. nice time being sketched out finally. and the taxi. i felt like i was in hbo's sleazy confessions...taxi tv show. the driver didn't speak english, and i was drunk and naughty no i wasn.t i was good. i didn't take my top off. it was a dress. i don't have to say anything that happened because it happened to everyone. i got to see some great folks blah blah blah. i found some treasures in my room today oddly enough i am surprised because it is old writing of mine from when i was in love with brad. from when i had three tattoos. from when i was a virgin. virgin. a.kgaj lkfdg., .firgin. bergen. virgina. vagina. trapezzzze. i must find a new outlet of sexual desire. there are many things in my mind and i am wondering how i am going to pull them off because if i don't pull them off, i am going to end up a joke and a liar and a thief and um . andalkf .ad,m . and. i am going to end up a. adfklad.

this is the day that i am going to become secret.

map out my fame: it's working. fame is around the corner, lingering with mr. jackson.

close but no cigar, dear.

lots of me running. lots.

running and starving i think. that sounds indecent enough.

i am going to become perfection and then split my funds with nobody.

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