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2002-03-18

Taking Care Of Business

The title of this entry only fits the content almost too perfectly. You will see what I mean if you continue on with your- as they say in french -lecture.

A picture says a thousand words and gives a thousand meanings. That, I have to agree with. For it is quite true. A friend of mine, a good friend, who I went to primary school with, had a picture of me in her agenda. This picture came from my annual halloween party in which, this year, I dressed myself as the woman from the film Entrapment. Alright so I couldn't find the leather suit. I wore a low, very low, cut long sleeved shirt with leggings and a black ski tuque instead. That really isn't the point though. My good friend had this picture in her agenda and she was flipping through it during one of her classes. One of the boys in her class, who from what I've heard is a little desperate for a girl's attention if you catch my drift, spotted the picture from far away and asked my friend if he could take a look at it up close. She handed him the picture and he immediately, because of the low shirt, labeled me as a whore.

My friend started to giggle at this and was shaking her head, when two other boys who I also attended primary school with saw the picture and they started to reminisce. They both thought I looked like a really big whore in that picture and so when my friend told me about this later on instant messenger, I was laughing so hard I almost fell off my chair.

I was laughing because I am not even close to being a whore. I would say close to the farthest thing from it. First of all, I have only ever kissed one person and I have only ever gone out with one person. One person! That's it! That hardly puts me under the category as a whore. Besides that, I'm no nun! I just thought the whole idea of them thinking I was a whore, hilarious! Truly the funniest thing, the most absurd thing, I have ever heard people think about me! So I came up with a brilliant plan.

Tomorrow, which is Tuesday the nineteenth, I will be visiting my friend at school for lunch. Bringing Kj along with me. I will be wearing some whore-ish attire and I will be playing the part of what those three guys thought I am. This is what my whore costume will consist of, for the sake of wasting space in this entry:

One pair of Miss Sixty tight-ass pants with zippers at the back of the calves.

One black and silver sweater with a turtle neck because it was snowing all day and there's no way I'm wearing a low cut shirt in this kind of weather. It doesn't matter though. The sweater looks sexy with the pants.

One pair of plastic snake skin boots that are knee high.

Mascara as well as blue or purple eyeshadow. Can't forget the fruity lipgloss either.

One gigantic, massive, huge, grin.

Oh, I am excited for this little cherade. I cannot wait to see the look on their faces when I prance into there looking like I will. I just hope my gigantic winter jacket doesn't ruin it all.

I will rewrite the details of my escapades in tomorrow's entry. Ta ta!

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