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I have to work for two hours tonight. That sucks, but I'm doing it as a favor for this chick I work with and she's giving me ten bucks so I'm not complaining. I'm not even going to complain that I have to work at 8am tomorrow because last Friday I made over $20 in tips.
So, I noticed something sort of strange today. I was over at Brittany's and my boobs felt really firm, so I grabbed them to see if they were (they were) and Brittany asked what I was doing. I told her and asked if she wanted to feel and she did. Then Ann wanted to feel so I let her. Then I felt Ann's boobs. Then Brittanys. Now, I can honestly say that none of that was weird at all. And that in itself is pretty weird. At least when you compare it to guys grabbing crotches or something. I mean, I guess that doesn't exactly correlate, as a vagina would be a much more obvious parallel to a penis. But all I'm saying is, for most girls, touching each other's boobs just isn't that weird. Well, most non-prude girls at least.
Which reminds me of a funny story, stop me if you've heard it (which I'm sure you have, I've told it many times.)
So, a couple weeks ago, right before he left for Brasil (I'm spelling it with an S now, I hear that's the proper way) I went to Vixens for the first time, with Drew. He was off talking to some friends and this guy sat down next to me to hit on me so of course in milliseconds Drew was right there beside me again. Boys are so cute. Anyways, it got to be awkward so I left to go to the bathroom. I get in there and there are two girls in the only other stall and they're talking about doing coke and are obviously very drunk. When I come out, they do too. One of them happens to be a girl I went to high school with, Carrie Miller, and the other one I don't know. Although whenever she passed me at the bar she would accidentally hit me in her drunken stumble and proceed to rub my shoulder and apologize. So Carrie goes "James Wood!" and I'm like, yeah, I went to James Wood. I couldn't remember her name, although I recognized her, and I thought she had been friends with Emily Swiger so I mentioned that. Apparently I hadn't talked to Carrie at all since middle school because no, she hates Emily, as do I. We're discussing how much of a bitch she is when the other girl, the one I don't know, tells me I'm hot, says, "Look at those tits!" and pulls my shirt down. Carrie Miller saw my boobs. So did two other fat girls in the bathroom. But the weirdest thing was, it wasn't that weird. I just said thanks, pulled up my shirt, and went out to the bar again. It actually was kind of flattering, to tell you the truth.
Well, that's all the gossip about boobs. Later.
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2005-06-06 09:15
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i'm glad SOMEONE understands what blogs and blurty's are all about... not being updated
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2005-06-26 01:16
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Congratulations on making the 1 month mark. it's been exactly 1 month since you last updated your blurty! YAY!
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| yaaaay 
(Anonymous)
2005-07-06 02:10
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go for 2 months!!! go for never updating again!!!!! YOU CAN(t) DO IT!!!
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