Guess What the Shirt Says



"Friends Don't Let Friends Talk to Ugly Guys"

(and yes, I got a number...even WITH a sweat mark!)

Anyone ever notice how my top doesn't match my bottom? My personal trainer's not doing his job...Or I just don't listen. Either way, my arms are HUGE!

Anyway, this was at a listening party for Justin Timberlake that was very good. Saw the man himself and wasn't overcome with the groupie desire I thought I would be. Maybe it was the screaming 16 year- olds or the screaming 45 year-olds, I really didn't wanna do anything more than hang out with him. Not saying I wouldn't give him the biznass if given the chance, but there'd be no "Hello, here are my draws" situation. Hmph, strange.

The CD's gonna be hot, he previewed a few songs off FuturSex/LoveSounds and they all sound good. The hottest one was "Pose" with Snoop Dogg, so be on the lookout for that. Justin looked good as always and I made friends with a couple of gays (as always).

It was a nice Sunday, I can't complain. It was a lot more entertaining than my usual "Lazy Sundays." My shirt was a hit (thanks, Wendy) and everyone just had to tell me how much they loved it. I even got called beautiful when I felt my worst. My eyebrows need to be done, I was sweating like Tijuana hooker and just did not feel up to snuff. But someone thought I looked good. Just goes to show, we're our own worst critics. Anyway, I love my shirt and plan to wear it til the letters fall off (I'm sure my boobs'll take care of that).

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