Tuesday, October 30, 2001

Charlotte and I were discussing our weekends earlier and Charlie said that she was never going to be minkered ever again and that her body was a temple. I, still a bit woolly from my own minkering, thought she said her body was a tampon. Easy mistake to make. I then decided that mine must be too, otherwise there's no way I could have drunk all that vodka on Saturday unless I have an absorbent, leak-proof, lock-away core. Maybe I was going through a drunken period.

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