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Hello sweethearts! Hey, don't yell at me! I had surprize family up here from Georgia. This has to be a short one because I'm going to update later tonight too because I have to tell you guys about the date that I have tonight. Yay!
Well, what's going on? Andrew is a raciest elitist pig! That's what's fucking new. I was speaking of a really cute guy who happens to be hispanic cutting our grass. He goes off saying how degrading it is that he's a lawn cutter. He acted as if he was ashamed of this, and I am like whoa. This guy is working hard, and I'm pretty sure making a god pay for a long days work, and Andrew finds this man to be shameful?!?!??!?!?! WTF. Maybe there is something I do not see since I am not hispanic, but from my point of view there's nothing degrading about having a job and making money! Psh to you Drewsey. You really pissed me off.
Yeah yeah, so, anyways, peple, tell me why the hell am I dreaming of Cory for the last two nights? Do I miss him? It's my fucking pattern! Someone screws me over and I miss them. Why am I so dumb like that? Dixie Queer!
Oh, here's a shout to my new bestest friend Sarah R. Yay. She's so cool and she likes me. She really really likes me . *posh* God, I'm super queer today. Sarah and I were going up to girls and asking can we steal their boyfriends. Amazingly, everyone laughed it off, and no one was offended. Sarah and I are going to the mall Monday to play, get this, arcade games. Something I've never really done. Eepish. Of, sorry Rosie, using your word. ( Tounge kiss to Rosie) Well, okay, check back later tonight or tomorrow morning. Here's what to come.
Cumming.... Opps, I mean coming later on Tommy's Blog
How my date went.
Stuff about my friends Jason, Shawna, and Kelly
Deep details about the night I lost my cherry (Not for the faint of heart or the easy offended. Don't worry, I will put it last in my blog so if you don't want to hear that shit, you don't have to. But, some peeps requested every detail so damnit, I'm giving it to you. Yahoo!)
My hair. Eepish ( Oh Rosie )

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