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I pretty much sold outI've always disliked my MySpace profile.. It was also so.. generic.So, I got one of those lame, pre-made layouts with scribbled hearts that is very stereotypical and stupid looking. It did have hot pink font, but I changed the html to be green instead, so it suits me better now. Still, I sold my soul for a lame, girly profile that I hate with a passion, yet adore with all of my estrogen. I was watching a history channel show about the rise of cocaine, and realized that drug trafficing, when done correctly, is quite a lucrative business. James, Andy and I decided to make a new drug, and have it be the most successful and highly addictive, but with the least amount of bad side-effects, but still dangerous enough to be illegal. It's brilliant. We realize that snorting is ineffective and painful, and pills don't give enough of a high. Injections are the most intoxicating, but we want one that can be used under the radar, whenever and wherever. We're thinking something that can be rubbed on the skin. Or like a deorderant that seeps into open pores, into the bloodstream. Another way would be band-aid things, that you put on open cuts. But that would require open wounds first. It's still in the making, but I bet we could do it. Brett offended me today by saying that my behavior in regards to relationships is *****y, a bit whorish, and good for a lucky guy. After he said that, I thought I was going to puke up my lunch. I regarded Brett as a friend. He needs to revamp his social skills. Nothing mean about me anyone has ever said has really hurt me all that much before. I got used to the cruel remarks and jests behind my back from "friends" and peers, but this is the first time since high school started that someone besides Shayla has said something like that. Oh well. So it goes. The play I am in currently is pretty cool, I must admit. It's very short, and I only have eight lines, but that's ok. I take what I am given. Just a few more weeks and I am free to go. It is my humble view that 98% of the time, males have no idea what is going on beneath the surface... Oy. Pi 5:38 PM - Wednesday, May 10, 2006 - post comment
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