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harper called up today, we are going to meet up later for chai and kisses. he makes lots of jokes about the girl he left me for, telling me about how she couldnt sleep without her hands down his pants.

i wear knee high socks and a plaid skirt, being very britney spears i s'pose, he wears khakis and a blue dress shirt, untucked with five buttons done up as usual. when we walk together it just fits and the boy looks good to me. i am incapable of cutting off from exboyfriends. i just linger and linger, hoping that, even though i have a new boyish friend, they will come back.

we end up at harpers house, watching don juan demarco with johnny depp. its strange watching people have sex while with harper. thinking about stupid stuff he does during it, i.e. wierd, creepy, very unsexy old man voice!

we invite michael over. i do not talk to this boy much, he is a total freak. iris! (hello very pretty girl with nice taste in music) is with him. she's gorgeous and it confuses me about why she takes his shit. i was in the same situation a year ago, both adoring and hating michael. he does look hot. he's grown his hair longer, just enough to tuck behind his ears, its dyed black and his eyes look huge.

we all get a picture together. i go to walmart one hour and think about how hot my exboyfriends are. i show jeremy and i tell him when we break up, we should go to a professional photographer cos he's going to be the most gorgeous exboyfriend i've ever had. he goes "aww" and grins big.


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