2005-01-24 - 7:33 p.m.
pearl-chewer

veronica and i seem to be in some sort of spat.

i tried to feel sad about it, but it was sort of like, "well, when are veronica and i not in some sort of spat?"

i don't think i need her. i'm not entirely sure, though.

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FUCK vons! if the price tag is obviously fucking wrong, don't send some stupid beaner who no habla fucking ingles over there to fix it, and charge me the goddamn price as advertised, fuckers. i'm glad jon jacked alcohol from you jew bitches.

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racism is fun!

me: "pretty fast for a nigger who's not reaching for a crack pipe."
her: "or something to STEAL!"

her, after SAW: "wow, that's the first time i ever saw a movie where the nigger didn't die first."

thug luv fo' my nationwide posse, feel me!

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so then mrs. arii is in a indie theatre production of les liasons dangereuses, and she's a courtesan, and maybe i get to see boobies! because of course i'm going. did i already talk about this?

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ok then, back out to jon and josh and red stripe.

- rachel

ooh, you touch my tra-la-la... mmm, my ding-ding-dong