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2002-07-20 - 10:41 p.m. rate my love from one to ten, and i'm sure you will give it twelve...cuz the intensity's so great, that you won't hesitate...you'll rush to be with me again...no one's gonna love you the way i do...nobody - s.o.s. band i'm hoping to get to l.a. next week, and see gangster number 1. it looks like a cool movie. patches called while i was getting my oil changed today. i am no longer going to my dealership cuz they suck. anyway, i'm talking to patches, and she's doing some party in studio city, and it's so funny listening to her delegate. i suppose i should mention that she supervises for an all girl valet service. she does celebrity parties, and always has me in stitches with the hijinx that ensue. some celebrities are very nice, and generous. others, are rude, and thoughtless. if i told you some of the people who have stiffed her, i don't know if you'd believe it. one in particular has more money than god, who she physically assissted into his car because of a leg injury, and he didn't give her a dime. ridiculous. these people are too much. by the way, she doesn't brag about interacting with these people or anything. if anything, she's always laughing at me because i'm kvelling over every little tidbit, and she's like, "dude, i'm just getting their car". still, the midwestern housewife in me is salivating over her every word. she's also gotten hooked up with this part time gig being a nanny for the kids of a classic rocker. she's gonna try to get me into his house, just to look. keeping my fingers crossed. i think she's going to the rival schools show with matty, and i. i sure hope so, cuz i love me some patches. i just finished watching the anniversary party. i've been wanting to see that for awhile, and i really liked it. today, my neighbors husband came over, and had a decent conversation with matt, and i. it was only because i was blasting steely dan's "hey nineteen" while we were washing matt's car. we got to hear all about his wild 70's youth. i fucking love that shit. i beg my favorite aunt to tell me stories about getting stoned before football games listening to "rebel rebel". the music, the clothes. lucky bums. oh well. at least i got breakdancing, "new wave", parachute pants, and those black rubber bracelets 'a la madonna. actually, the homegirls i grew up with were the first people i saw wearing them. they were/are called, chola bands. they used to order em from this magazine called TEEN ANGELS. it was only the best magazine ever. it was homeboys/homegirls artwork: aztec warriors, firme rides, big breasted rucas, and various brown pride themes. lots of guys in the joint would write in asking for females to write them. then there were the actual photographs. man, i'd kill to have just one of those old issues just for the photos. gang members throwing signs, and brandishing weapons, cholas with BIG ass ratted hair, posing for the homies. i wonder if they still make that magazine. the last i saw of it, was in the movie "mi vida loca" about gang girls in east los. they talked about teen angels, so i guess it's still around. aye, why am i talking about this? okay, i'll stop. oh, so i never mentioned my sunday in o.c. alls i'll say is, a swell time was had by all. i love cali. i really do. later... p.s. i can't help myself. there's just something about this kid
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