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9:12 a.m. - 2004-01-06
The actual The Soap came in yesterday in a pretty box, complete with pretty container with gold colored lettering. I feel so spoiled. I love it. Now I'm in love with soap. It just never ends, does it?

I've been invited out Friday night by a bunch of blonde aerobics instructors. A girls night. I'm not sure what to do. I am inevitably treated like the house marm around these women because men can't control themselves around blonde aerobics instructors. And being that I have dark hair, I sort of appeal to the guys to want to ask questions about the blondes. See if the blondes have boyfriends, see if the blondes would be interested.

So a night out with them is invariably boring and annoying. But they are really nice girls, and they miss me and I feel bad not spending a lot of time with them. So, I guess I'll wear my best house dress or moo moo and play the dark haired, knowledgable friend again.

By the way, I am so pissed off at Al Queda. They are making my dreams of world travel more and more difficult to obtain. Women with bombs in their wombs. What the fuck? I would like to personally cram them all in a handbasket and escort them straight to HELL. See how they like having their dreams dashed. Fuckers!


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