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[25 May 2009|11:49pm] |
I posed for Playboy a few weeks ago. I met the twins. I met Hef. I got a bunny necklace, it was a good time. I don't regret it yet. Leighton's probably right that I will. But I don't yet. The shoot is cute. Tasteful for nude poses, in my opinion. Everyone thought I looked good, so I hope it turns out as fantastic. I'll grace the June cover.
Other than that, I've been bumming around. Waitressing. Killing with tips. My mom has another boyfriend that's toting her around, so I pretty much have the place to myself. Its boring. I'm boring. I've become boring. I just... I go to hockey games and sit by myself in the stands. I'm planning on going to the St. Francis commencement to watch all my friends graduate.
Other than that. Nothing. I haven't seen Sam much. I mean, he came over last night, but before that, not much at all.
( Sam Only )
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[02 May 2009|10:11pm] |
Shit. So not good. Fuck fuck fuck.
Hey, Sam? We need to talk.
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| Samwise Only. |
[28 Apr 2009|08:22pm] |
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Totally gonna be in Playboy!
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[21 Apr 2009|08:07pm] |
I'm bored.
Anyone wanna take me out?
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[18 Apr 2009|10:18pm] |
I've had a busy few week, to be totally honest. I've picked up overtime at work, went and tested for Playboy (I know, I know). Most importantly, though, I screamed my head off at a hockey game on Thursday. It was a wickedly amazing time. A very, very cold time due to the fact that I was wearing a tank top, spandex shorts, and a Jersey that said Wesley on the back in a hockey rink. Number one fan, represent!
I got to hang out in the locker room before and after the game. Nothing like hanging out with a group of fine ass hockey players. Like typical boys, they tugged at my pony tail, told both funny/crude jokes and bad jokes, and teased me mercilessly. I so did not mind. I'm a total guy's girl. Sam, the hockey player I went to cheer on who's the hottest of them all, said the guys want me as their locker room mascot. I might be able to manage that if its true. Thursday is the day I open at the diner.
I should probably talk about Sam, now. Ha. I met Sam through my friend Nate. They are brothers. I guess I didn't so much meet him through Nate as much as I came across the journal, but he's a pretty cool guy. Took me out for my birthday, bought me stuff, got me home safe. He's a keeper.
There's only one question to ask him...
Sam, do you like Prince, Bowie, and Labyrinth?
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| HELLo |
[25 Mar 2009|06:26pm] |
I've got the handbasket.
Who's coming with?
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[16 Mar 2009|10:13pm] |
I ordered that dress on the internet, and it arrived today!
Got into a huuuuuge fucking fight with my mom last night, about everything under the sun from my birthday to her current fuckbuddy, to the fact that she thinks my job sucks...
She tried to ground me, lmfao. I will soooo not be grounded on my BIRTHDAY.
That said....
Nate's Bro, we still got a thing going on tomorrow?
How about you, Nate?
Leigh?
Rhett?
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| amber alert. |
[08 Feb 2009|06:57pm] |
What happened to those two little girls?
The dancer and the kindergarten teacher?
How do we ever get them back?
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