2002-01-16 11:30 p.m. You know what scares me? The fact that I really want to see that movie that crack-whore Mariah Carey made. Glitter, methinkks. And, if you're offended by my droppage of the crack-whore, fret not. Her *Mom* calls her a crack whore. I saw it on Hard Copy. Ok, no I didn't, but if your daughter was Mariah Carey, wouldn't you call her a crack whore? So would I. The Chair or The Chamber? Who gives a shit. Trading Spaces is now officially my second favorite show. And Amy Wynn is my favorite. Who knew a chick in a tool belt would do it for me? Is it me? It's him, right? I'm never getting my skis back. Go read Her. She makes me smile. Later, Ethel. downtown----uptown leave me a note, fool!

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