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11/10/2006: "I love my wrist ho"
Song of the day: Happy Birthday To J, in 11 days
Once upon a time, I had a boyfriend who jokingly referred to my friend J as "Harold," because since we originally met on the internet ten years ago, she could not possibly be a) female, and b) my friend. He refused to call her by her real name, even though J and I had met the summer before in Los Angeles. He also refused to wipe his own urine up from my bathroom floor. So of course I had to dump him.
I love J much more, and so should you. You should probably even send her birthday money.
This post was in no way guest-written by J because I am out having drinks with my law school friends but still should stay in the running for NaBloPoMo. I don't even know why you'd think such a thing.
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I definately have to include this body switching/snatching thing into the book.Tara, Saturday, November 11th