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Smooth Black Skin With a Smile...

2000-09-20::21:47:03

"...bright as the sun, I wanna have some fun, come on give me some of that yum-yum, chocolate chip, honey-dip, can I get a scoop? Baby take a ride in my Coupe. You make me wanna shoop!"

Oh boy. Today the finest brother in all of Wayne State sat down next to me in class. His name is Tracy, and what a charmer. Sorry for all the Salt'N'Peppa quotes, but they are really the only ones who can do him justice. "A body like Arnold with a Denzel face!" Damn. He is one good looking boy. Friendly too. Maybe a little too friendly, cause he kept chatting with me in class, and I think it was pissing the professor off. Oh boy, does he even know what he started? He should have never even sat next to me. Pathetic, sappy, unattractive, fatties like me fall in love with the first boy who looks at them, let alone a boy who sits next to them and starts up a conversation. Oh, he is a smart boy too, taking Japanese and shit, and did I mention that he is just beautiful? Cause he is. Oh, and JAlsup, if you are reading, take comfort in knowing that Darlene Yeo would definitely approve. Tracy is tall, muscular, dresses nice, smells good, smart, kind, and easy to talk to. He is my new annual autumn crush, and he will give me a reason to go to my boring ass Basic Social Theory lecture. "Whatta man, whatta man, whatta man, what a mighty good man!"

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My Smiths anthem is...'What She Said' My Smiths anthem is... "What She Said"
Snarl, cynic, snarl! Your philosophy and intellect seem to have gotten the best of you, and you seem to like it so far (at least outwardly). People? Who needs people when you have books and mountains of rationalization? Consider whether your bad luck in life may be the result of a matching mountain of self-pity, and try something new for a change (or someone new...)
"What She Said" is from Meat Is Murder.

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