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Friday, December 20, 2002

I'mma go see the movie tonight! WooHoo! THE movie. We're leaving in an hour, whether or not Slate is back.
And the moon is so bright tonight. It makes me want to go out and dance naked under it. Or just climb up to the roof and scrogg someone. Yeah, I'm there again. Wanting to jump someone. No, there isn't anyone. I've ceased communication with Blonde. But DAMN! I need a man. To seriously scrogg all night long and then fall asleep on the beach at dawn. Yeah, that's my minor fantasy for the day.
Oh, and last night was totally kewl. We went to a kickin' used book store and then to a lingerie/adult toy/porn shop-to which I'm going back to buy christmas presents for Slate. Anyway, he bought me these really cute thong panties shaped like a butterfly. Yeah, he's got a panty fetish. I almost got the impression that it was either buy them for me or take them home himself. Almost. His colour? Hmm...still contemplating that one. Something dark, for sure. A dark green or red or blue or purple. I think like a dark plum. Yeah, Plum works. In a positive way, of course.
Anyway, Slate just walked in so I'mma go get some clothes on.
Laters