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Lord , I'm fucked up (sorry, Lord) I got fucked up tonight. I wouldn't go to my English class if I was tired, but eh, it starts in 4 hours. I'm good. i'm already dressed. Fuck a repeat outfit. I'm fucking repeating yesterday. Bag is packd and imagine... I broke my heel on my way home twenty or thirty mina ago but my music is still crunk. Shit I'm drunk. A BITCH is feeling real good. Fuck sleep. My shoe maker is going to be mad as hell when he sees I broke my heel, but it was my fault. I was walking extra drunk and hard on my way home. I RE-met Julie's friend, Tallahassee. We spent most of the night tslking. He is damn cute but he has a speech impediment. He stutters. Luckily, Brando does it too. SO I'm used to it. We talked most of the night and cracked jokes. Eh, he is cute. I wonder if he would rememeber me. The one from Cooper did ... He kept calling me goregous tonight. God, I'm fucked up. So. I gave Tallahassee my number. Well he flipped his phone out and started pressing me in. That's Julie's's friend. Eh, who cares. We had a good time. We took the train home together and laughed some more. I've got a lot of these men interested in me but only one peaks my interest. I'm mad as hell that I broke my heel. So typical. Just my luck. THere I am looking fierce . Getting cat calls and what not and I break my heel walking drunkenly. Should I take it back to the same guy or someone else? I know he is going to tell me about myself. Eh. Now I have to wear the black suedes and the black leather. Shit, and I looked so fine today. Even the bartender, Raymond , in th Marriot was flirting. Look where my head is at. I miss my Lp and I get to face my stalker today, who backed off, and I am supposed to meet Dre for drinks. Hmmmm. Damn, I'm fuck'd the hell up.