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Yeah, I went out with Monica Lewinsky.
Yeah, I drive a
Beetle.
Yeah, I'm wholly owned
by a dog named Bocce.
(And yeah, I'm still
too clumsy to be
cool.)
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05.15.2001.
Gareth and I took JP karaoke-ing on Saturday night. We pretentious fucks are talking about ergonomics and Twilo and BCC-ing. Mindy wants me to get a colonic with her. JP isn't posting to ugly kids, but I am.
Allyson and I are saying too much.
Jeff, who has been one of my best friends since we were 15-years-old (we met as high school sophomores in Northboro, MA), is riding his bike 575 miles from SF to LA
in The California AIDS Ride in June. If you want to make a donation to a excellent cause on behalf of a really great person, please
go to the secure site -- Jeff's rider number is 7585. Thanks.
Gareth turned 27, and I took some hot photos.
I also posted some pics from our weekend in Vegas. No more apologies about
not updating my journal. As Tallulah Bankhead said, "It's the good girls who keep the diaries; the
bad girls never have the time." If you're looking to find the newest stuff,
you can check here, (though I think
newness is often faddish and overrated myself).
Lana Swartz says I'm vapid, and she's probably right. If you're
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