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2002-10-27 - 11:42 p.m. i just wanna love you, baby - justin timberlake
i went to that party the other night. it was cool. i had like 4 drinks, so i was looped. 4 drinks is all it takes. matt says i'm a cheap date. i tell him that i'd fuck him anyway. he hates when i say that. my eyes are bothering me, so, i thought i'd jump on the computer, and type a long rambling diary entry. i'm a genius like that. i've been trying to tame my out of control christmas shopping list. even by combining gifts (example: 1 for grandparents, as opposed to 1 for g'ma, 1 for g'pa) i still have a shitload. i love giving gifts, and everything, but, damn gina! our company christmas party is themed. WTF? it's like a flapper/gangster type casino gambling extravaganza, or fiasco. whichever. first of all, i'm not renting, or searching for a themed outfit. i'm seriously considering jeans, and a button down shirt with a tie. sorta boho/nodough. i used to wear the slacks/dress shirt/tie combo, but, forget it. two years ago, i wore a hawaiian shirt, and my rigid levis. nobody cared. why would they? everybody goes to get drunk, and win door prizes. i'm proud to report that we're not welcome back to over half the establishments in the county due to fistfights, and general mayhem. when the cops descended upon us at the holiday inn in ventura, it was classic. first, they wouldn't let anybody leave. so, we were trapped at the top in that revolving room thing. then, they were like, "OUT! EVERYBODY OUT!". whatever. i got some great pics of me "assuming the position" on the cop cars. they were all upstairs, so nobody was minding the cars. the pictures still make me laugh everytime i see 'em. ah, memories. oh, i have to write about my dream. i was visiting a college for the weekend. don't ask me who i was with, but i got to spend the weekend with a real live college man, and guess who it was? justin (as in timberlake). basically, from the moment we were introduced, til the time i had to leave, we fucked like bunnies. oh, and i was like 16-17, so he was older than me. curious indeed. i don't usually have sex dreams. not like that. the worst one was when i dreamt about one of my straight boy friends who i had a terrible crush on in high school. he was hot. he had the greatest ass. it was round, smooth, and rock hard. anyway, we were in my bedroom, and i got him naked, and he was gonna let me fuck him. when it came right down to the penetration, he didn't have a hole. he was like a ken doll. so, i'm hard as rock, and he's into the whole thing, but, i can't fuck him. i guess that was a pretty telling dream. like, it's not gonna happen, bubba. so, give it up. i don't know why i'm writing about all this. the bottom line is: i'm really turned on by justin timberlake, and that's sad. but, he's fucking sexy to me. i like his cute baby face, and he's got good arms, and a nice chest, and his voice is sexy.
except when he tries to talk like a black guy. i hate when white folks do that. where i'm from, you get a lot of white kids trying to talk like mexicans, not just any old mexicans, but homeboys. i think that's strange. when i hear a white kid sound more "mexican" than me, well, it's a trip. i'm getting tired. good. later.
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