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Monday, November 28, 2005
5:16:52 AM EST
Feeling Flirtatious
Hearing Etta James - At last
I lost my ass, can I have some of yours

At last my love has come along. My lonely days are over.at last the skies above are blue. My heart was wrapped up in clover, the night that I looked at you. I found a dream that I could speak to a dream that I can call my home. I found the thrill to press my cheek to, of real love I've never know. You smile, then the spell is casted. And here we are in heaven. For you are mine at last.

Hey. Well, lets see. I'm in such a horny mood right now. I don't know why. Oo, wait, yes I do. I'm surrounded by hot guys. lol. Allow me to explain. i don't mean that literally right now I have guys surrounding me. But, well

RAMIRO- THE NEW KEVIN: So, my friend Ramiro and I have been hanging more and more. Saturday night, though, oooo I hate him. lol. Well, not literally. he must have read my blog about what drinking does to me, because he came with some drink that totally screwed me up after one sip. So, gets me buzzed WRESTLES WITH ME. OMG. I didn't know how erotic that could be. So, Mr. Happy Go Lucky made an appearance, because this was mind blowing. He made jokes the rest of the night. " I gave you a boner". blah! So where are we at this point? This is a question I've asked myself. Are we only friends, dating. What? I'm afraid to ask. I've thought to myself that I'm just in a rush to get with someone just to get over Kevin or to make Kevil jealous. I don't know, really.

MMM, WORK: Continuing with the surrounded by sexy guys. We got a new guy at work (Again, thank you Jhoeny for sending him. I know it was you!) He has the same last name a Ramiro, so I keep calling him Ramiro. I just need to keep saying his name over and over. Alfonso. Alfonso. Alfonso. Alfonso. Alfonso. Alfonso. Alfonso. Alfonso. Alfonso. Alfonso. Alfonso. Alfonso. Ok, lol. But, anyways, I'm talking with a few of my friends about him and they are all getting horny. This is not good. So, they want to meet him now, and flash him ( My three friends James, Will, and Amanda). They do it all the time. Any hot guy, they just walk up to him and drop it. Maybe I shouldn't have told them he's hot. I hope they don't embarrass me again. They said they were coming by Wednesday. We'll see.

DESPERATE HOUSEWIVES MOMENT: Just finished watching my favorite show, desperate house wives and I'm super hyped! Anyone who doesn't watch, might as well skipped this section. So, Bree broke up with the psycho therapist. Yay. But, he turns creepy. He gets a ice cream truck like thing and starts singing a cheezy love song while Bree is hosting a dinner party. She is so upset that he won't stop that he gets a gun ( Republican) and shoots out the speaker. Sorry, I don't know why, but this made me so excited and happy and I wanted to shoot a gun. But, as the day goes on, Bree found out that the shrink that George, the psycho, push off a bridge earlier is alive and she figures out that George did this. She calls the cops and George runs. Bree receives a note at a charity dinner held at a hotel. It's from George that he's killing himself ( Just a scheme to see bree) and he wish to see her one last time in a hotel room he has. He Took a lot of pills knowing that bree will come and see him almost dead and will call the ambulance. Well, before Bree gets there, she gets a call from a detective informing her that he has proof that George Killed her husband. So she get in the hotel room and gets him to admit he killed Rex, Bree's husband. And then george thinks that Bree called the cops so he will be safe. But, she lied and said she did, but she didn't!!!!!!!!!!!!! Leading us to believe that Bree lets George die! Yay. I hope he dies. What? It's only a fictional character! And he date raped Bree, so I don't really sympathies with him.

OK I'M DONE: Ok, I'm tired. I gotta go. OMG, AOL INSTALLED A SPELL CHECK ON THE JOURNALS. SPELL CHECK IS MY BEST FRIEND.

I love you all and you all take care. I will be updating my web site and my journal soon, hopefully. Until then, keep the pride, keep your life, and love everyone as Jesus did.
Written by thomasdimera

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