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10.18.2004 | 9:07 pm And today, we celebrate the umpteenth time that I've said "Shoot me, please" in this diary. And so all of you know that I just had a moment of weakness yesterday - I love James. I love James. I love James. I love Jaes. I love james. I lvoea james, I love james. I love james. I lvoea james,., argh@! I had a dream that included Josh, James, Amanda, Andrew [Harris] whom I barely even know, Tish, and Mike. I have no idea what happened, but I remember specifically who was involved. And I remember Amanda talking about bananas with Josh. And that's all I know. Bubble Boy is a hilarious movie. Especially when you only watch pieces of it. Josh walked in on me in a t-shirt and panties. Silence was our topic of choice throughout the lack of conversation in my house. I know I'd feel awkward if I saw him half nakie. Well, without a shirt is fine, but if I saw half of his ass hanging out it would be strange. You know, it really wasn't that strange to me, but I think he was embarassed. But I like embarassing people. I think I'm going to ask Tish if her apartment can be used for Halloween festivities. I think she'll say yes. But I'll need a key. My house is ex-fucking-tremely hot. If hell is this hot, I do believe, I'll become a Christian. I need a shower too. And some weed. I should go. I'm going.
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