Thursday, July 4, 2002 | 3:07
I had time to come up with that one.

"You owe me something fierce. And I don't mean I'm expecting a mongoose."
"You don't need a boyfriend to take off your shirt in public."
Driving home, lines were being painted onto the street. I made a point of driving over as many as possible, without knocking over the cones.
I'm fucking exhausted.

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