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adria the twin? i love it. i guess the twist really was a twist. it's nice not to be let down by something that was over-hyped, for once.

will, will, will. i got nuthin', i just like to say his name while dreaming of him.

scott still makes me want to vomit. must he always: sit with, dress like, touch, whisper to, stare at... jase. he makes will look like the butchest man ever. you rock, yeah HOH is sooo yours, chump.

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i saw a woman in her 70s today wearing the same belt that i was wearing.

me: i swear i found this in the men's section.
manager: right. do you shop at 80 plus?
me: what's that?
manager: a store for little old ladies.
me: oh, isn't your frequent shopper card filled up there?
manager: hey!
me: i'm taking this belt off.

manager: what are those lines on your jeans?
me: the whisks?
manager: yeah, what are they for?
me: they draw your attention to my crotch.
manager: what? well that's dumb.
me: it worked didn't it?

my latest ways of driving her mad are attaching these little clips to the back of her shirt without her noticing. i have crazy mad stealth-like skills that others are envious of. it takes her a while to figure out why everyone around her is randomly laughing. you'd think by the fifth clip for the day she'd instinctively know what to look for. sadly, no. my other fun that gets me through the day is hiding her chair in different parts of the room. good times. one more day, then it's a weekend of partying in the big city. i'm tired of being on my best behavior. this weekend is all about renewing my rockstar status. with G as my partner in crime, that should be easy enough to do. wurd.