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2003-04-26 - 6:55 p.m. Love APB~! So, the other day I was kissed by the bastard son of an obsessive Trekkie and a fleshy hellspawn the size of Manhattan, and I couldn't help but think... What the fuck has happened to me. Oh wait... Hi everyone. I'm alive, thanks for noticing. So, like I was saying, I was kissed, pretty out of nowhere, on the cheek, from the bastard son of a Trekkie and a hellspawn, and I thought, "What the hell?" I couldn't help but realive that that action was the first time someone had volunteered to kiss me without warning since, well, the last time someone did that almost two years ago. How did I remember that? Well, unlike with the fanboy, I wanted to get kissed by that person, and it actually turned out to be the kiss of death since it was the beginning of one of the worst nights inflicted on me... ever. You were there! Wait... maybe not. In either case, almost two years and it seems that everyone has someone other than me. No, I do not count the Trekkie/hellspawn child. I only have myself to blame, of course. I don't put myself out that way and, when someone propositions me... is that a good phrase? I say no. I say no. I inflict this situation on myself. I mean, what other reason is there for this situation? Of course, this isn't a call for blind dates, or set-ups by well-meaning friends. I guess this is just a note to myself. I don't want to feel sad when I get kissed by Trekkie/hellspawn children. I want to feel disgusted, yes, but not sad. All Points Bulletin.
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