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"The most beautiful things in the world aren’t seen, but felt. This is why we close our eyes when we sleep, cry, imagine, and kiss."
05.23.2003 @ 9:33 p.m.
Fugly
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It's a Friday night and I am sitting at home like a dork. I really need to work, though, so I'll be busy and not lonely.

I went over to Jeff's house with Josh last night. It was crazy. Jeff has a new girl[friend?] who is totally freaky looking. I mean, I hate to say it, and it really sounds biased coming from me...but, the poor girl is just FUGLY. There, I said it. She has these nasty glasses that don't look right on her face, she is overweight with big round hips and butt with no boobs at all, she talks with a lisp on all her S's, and she really doesn't have much of a personality. I just don't know what Jeff sees in these girls he goes out with. Obviously I don't stand a chance if he goes for that type of girl.

Anywho, Josh sure was hitting up on me last night. He just couldn't keep his hands off of me. It was crazy. He was laughing about it today when he called me this afternoon. It makes me feel good to have such a close guy friend. I really don't mind being all touchy feely with Josh. He is a sweetheart and deserves to cop a feel every now and then.

I really wish that I didn't have to sit at home tonight. I hope someone calls me or comes over soon. It will be a nice break from the monotony. I have Ronnie's scanner here tonight so I can listen to the dispatcher and how she does things. I'm applying for the part-time dispatcher job at the Sheriff's office on Monday. Wish me luck, y'all. It will be an extra $800 a month, and I truly need that money.

TTFN



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