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It's Time for Some Lesbian Action
August 09, 2003, 9:01 p.m. I wish I could say I hadn’t updated in the last two days cause I was out those nights, having a blast, as people my age seem to be expected to do; but nope, I was at home, curled up with The Name of the Rose. You know, I never thought I’d read a murder mystery set in a monastery with a sex scene in it, but nope, Umberto Eco has proven me wrong. On Thursday night my mother went out for drinks with people from her work, and then came home plastered. I woke up a number of times that night to my dad screaming at her. The next day, my sister and I washed all her bed clothes and stuff, and made her get up and have a shower. She really can’t keep behaving like that, and we made it clear to her that this was the case. She’s promised to stop drinking, to see a counsellor, to fix it. I hope she does. My sister can’t cope with it. On to a brighter note – my Rapunzel story is coming along nicely, although it’s too long . . . I have to shorten it considerably, as I’ve written two (typed) pages, and the ‘witch’ has only just ‘taken’ Rapunzel. I have to handwrite this in the end, so I need to keep it short and to the point. I've been checking out the guys at uni - God, they all look so terribly boring. Like they have no personality. All the girls look much sexier . . . hmm, perhaps it's time I had a lesbian fling. It is, after all, my second year of uni, it's about when these things happen. I think I've prepared myself well for it, after all, my last boy looked like a girl ; ) Speaking of Elf-boy, I think I may have pissed him off by calling him a fuckwit . . . well, I’m sorry if I hurt him, but I was angry. He hurt me. Okay, okay, that’s not fair. I wouldn’t like it if he wrote in his online diary that I was a fuckwit, so I really am sorry Elf-boy, if you’re reading this. Tch, I should probably just email him. I shall – see you later dudes and dudettes.
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