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Friday, May. 03, 2002 - 3:26 p.m.
Worlds are colliding.
I'm going to my dad and Dawn's place in a bit for dinner, and staying there overnight.Yay for home-cooked meals and copious amounts of red wine! Tomorrow I'm hanging out with Crystal and Ben, who will be meeting each other for the first time. I haven't seen Ben since January or something, so that should be fun. Plus, James is going to try and join us as well, assuming he can get off work. Woohoo! James hasn't met Ben OR Crystal yet, so I'll be the big link in this little get-together. ARRRGH! Worlds are colliding! I dunno. I think it will be fun, as long as Ben doesn't have his way. He thinks we should all go dancing. Dancing! Crikey ... I only dance when I'm alone in the apartment ... and even then it's just air guitaring and running about to music, really. He doesn't seem to understand why anyone would do this, and belittles me for it. Bah. Damn Limeys. Anyway, I don't dance for others! No dancing tomorrow! I refuse! Just you try and make me dance, Ben. Just you try. Fuck, I have to get going now. I'll update again when I get the chance ... but I'm going to be kind of busy so no nagging me, you lousy bunch of harpies. Y'hear me? Good. See you soon.
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