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Friday August 3 2001 - 5:28 p.m. Once upon a time, I didn't want to throw up all the time. That was good time. A green time. A time of milk and honey. A time that flowed with chocolatey goodness. A time that makes me look back with intense regret. And want. Oh yes, babies. That was the time. I ate lunch today with a bunch of people that thought they were the baddest of the bad, because they drink and they live in Utah. Wow. They're evil, aren't they? These people swear as much as they can, and drink whenever they can, and talk very loudly and at length about how they swear and drink and numerous other things. If you want to drink, I don't care. Go ahead. If you want to swear, I don't give a shit. Heh. That's not my point. My point, babies, is that these people are doing this because they live in Utah and in Utah they can finally be the cool kids they always wanted to be. They're the kids standing behind the gymnasium having a smoke between classes. Actually, that was sort of dorky where I went to school. But I suppose in other schools, drinking and the like were considered the badges of popularity. Believe me, as I've said before, it wasn't as if I've never partaken of the forbidden, in my own special way. I'm no hypocrite, I'm laying it out there for you all. What I'm saying is, we're grown. Drink, smoke, screw, whatever you feel like. Just don't tell me all about it. I can observe you if any of that matters enough to me. Okay? Okay. Nah, I'm not that mad about it. It sounds like it, but I'm not. I'm just tired of the attitude of people here in the ol' Beehive State-a-roonie. You'll be hearing more about that. But not today. Today I am going to go home, and lay around, and try to think of a way to get back to my happy place. I'll see you babies later. Love love
-Mlle R
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