Friday, May 03, 2002
I'm fucking wiped. B—'s out with his friend from out West. Surprised he's got the energy after last night. This is so GOOOOOOOD! It's a good wiped.
Just re-read yesterday's entry. Yes, that was the doorbell. And I opened my door. Wide. Oh hell, I have to get that fucking test now. Make an appointment on Monday, Sara.
He's such a great lover. I can't even compare him to anyone else in The 23. He's so…there. So everywhere. And it seems to be mutual. There's got to be a catch. Get the fucking test. Goodnight.
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