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Thursday, August 17, 2006

    them other fuckers don't know how to act


justin randall justin timberlake gets on my damn nerves.
he's a great singer/performer but from my own personal encounters and what i've seen on tv and in magazines over the years, he fucking sucks.
he's nothing but a gimmick.
during his 'n stync days, he portrayed this all-american, boy next door type of kid.
with his first solo album, he did the whole "brother from another mother" type deal.
he had what they called "blue-eyed soul".
with the new album, he's trying to tap into the british scene.
give me a fucking break.
that motherfucker is straight from poor, white trashy ass millington, tennessee.
i understand you gotta do what you gotta do to get paid, but keep it real.
his mom had his little punk ass in beauty pageants to keep their lights on.
fucking poser.
i still heart "sexyback" though.

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today, i went to this ol' swanky danky salon to get my hair stripped.
that's it.
just stripped.
no style or anything.
i just wanted my natural hair color back.
so, why did the stylist look at me as if i'd farted on her cheek, flicked a booger in her eye, and asked her to tell me the square root of 76401466351 when i told her that?
maybe she was just confuzzled about me not wanting anything else done to my hair.
oh wells.

i did a little shopping after i left the salon.
i didn't really want or need anything, i just wanted to be alone for a while.
J and i talked about the baby thing again this morning and he told me didn't want to have one anytime soon.
it was something i'd already known so i didn't get my hopes up too high and throw away my bc pills after yesterday's little conversation, but it's still a little disappointing and saddening to know he doesn't want it as badly as i do.
if i were a completely rational and sane person, i'd think all of his reasons for us not having kids now were very valid, and agree that it's better to put it off for a while.
but i'm not so i think he and his stupid excuses suck ass right now.
i'll get over it, though.
eventually.


i need my giney licked.

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