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Briddy right thurr (xbritspears) wrote,
@ 2003-07-10 20:24:00
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    Current mood: happy
    Current music:Myself. Ooh get over it

    I'm not the kind to sacrifice the way I am..
    Man. Today was such fun. I'll try to express what a blast I had, but it'll be hard. I realized something today. Well, I realized a couple of things, but one of them being that friends are the best medicine. No matter what's going on in my mind, no matter what struggle I'm going through, no matter how many people get me down. I can just go out with my friends and feel a million times better. I know that sounded all cheesy-after-school-special-ish but I don't really give a shit because it's true. :)

    I went with Billy, Benji & Kelly to breakfast this morning. We went to "our restaurant", IHOP, haha. Everytime we eat there, we wreak havoc. We were throwing food at each other, and going in the opposite sex's bathrooms. We were laughing so loud we almost got kicked out (nothing new to us by the way). Billy's over there screaming obscene things and old people are staring at him. It just felt so familiar, and comforting, and just like everything I've been missing for the past months.

    Then we went to this torture museum downtown. It was kind of like the one Billy, Benji & I went to in Ireland, I think? So it was fun having Kelly with us this time, I love her. :-[ We were like trying to climb on the displays. There's this one big spinning torture wheel thing JUST LIKE the one we saw in Europe and I'm trying to climb on it, and Benji's trying to strap me in, and this attendant guy was screaming at us. So we stopped that and started playing freeze tag. Billy got in trouble because he was "it". HAR HAR. Anyway.

    After that, we came back to my house, and we sat on the back porch for a while and played with my doggies. :-[ And my monkeh. My duck was swimming in his pool and didn't wanna be bothered so fuck thatttt. I was kind of hoping my cat would have kitties today but we'll just have to keep waiting I guess. Then we came inside and ate lunch, sat around the livingroom and just talked about a bunch of shit.

    It's just so nice being with everyone again, blah. I love them and I missed them, die. Of course I missed everyone else who wasn't there that usually is, sob. But, you know, you gotta make the best with what you've got. And I think I did.

    Tommorow night we have this plan. We're gonna go out to dinner at a real fancy restaurant, but dress up as each other. Like I'm dressing as Billy, Billy's dressing as me. Benji's dressing like Kelly, Kelly's dressing like Benji. It's gonna be funnay, yo. They're all coming over at 10 tommorow morning because damn, we have quite a project. Billy's gonna draw tattoos on Kelly & I, we gotta find some fake jewelry, we gotta pick out Billy's outfit, we gotta do makeup and hair and..sfhskjf LMFAO this is gonna be like some fucking Broadway production. Geez.

    And I will end my post. With this.:
    sickgirl K3LLY: UM I CAN PLEASE THE PUSSY MORE THAN ANYONE K



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