Time marches on... across my face.

Monday, Apr. 01, 2002 ~ 12:27 AM

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Jenny is proud of her wrinkle.
I am not. It is not cute or endearing or sexy or any of those things that Jenny�s wrinkle is. Except small. It is quite small. And the truth is, I only stumbled upon it after a half hour of standing in front of the mirror after my shower and making absurd faces at myself. So I�m consoling myself with the thought that perhaps it really is just a laugh line. But in case it really is a wrinkle, I�ve given it the name Beelzebub. [Bee for short]

I�ve opted for my dashiki tonight. It matches my glass of Merlot perfectly. (sipping and smiling)

Okay� so I�m off to Citysearch.com to try and find a bar that I might like to go to as Andrea Gamble vetoed my strip club proposal. A merry un-birthday to all.

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