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Wednesday, March 02, 2005

Vinnie, can I ask you something?

Anything, MG. Except my weight. That is a royal secret, and this queen isn't telling.

Noted. What I was gonna ask is, does Leah, like, talk to you?

Well, she stands in front of me sometimes and moves her lips and makes little screechy noises, if that's what you mean.

Heh, more or less. Every now and then it's like she gets selective amnesia and thinks we're friends. But not like actual friends. It's almost like she's stopping by to remind me that we're not friends. By pretending to be friends.

Hm. You ladies are so complicated. All I hear when she talks now is, "blah blah blah boyfriend cop blah cop boyfriend blah." I just listen to the parts I like and tune out the rest. You should try it.

Wow. If I could do that, my whole day would just be one constant stream of soothing white noise.

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