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a few confessions

the beibs shouldnt have cut his hair. major fail.
(is this going to be felicity part 2?!)

charlie sheen is cool. i dont care if you dont agree. i think hes all manic, all crazy, and all hilarious. the fact that he sleeps with strippers, has no teeth, takes drugs and drinks a shit ton doesnt matter to you and me.
we dont plan to marry him, let him meet our mom, or be our kids father. he is on a tv show to make us laugh.

i may or may not have a crush on someone. ok i may.

i will never again go on a blind date. having a friend set you up is not a blind date. setting yourself up is.

im not sure i will ever be comfortable seeing throngs of  naked women in the locker room of gyms. thats private stuff sistahs, why are you letting it all hang out for strangers? without going in to too much detail, it is fascinating to see the different ways women prune themselves (or not). hey, im forced to see it, i have to share my thoughts.

i will never outgrow my love for the backstreet boys.

depspite really not caring at all for the show, i sometimes flip to the bachelor to lose myself in meaningless TV. it makes me care less when i think the dude is a douche.

more to come. happy monday.

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