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Being a Hot Slut is hard.... Dear Gravenor, Tonight I plan on dressing like a hot slut. This is not to be confused with the hot slut that I am by nature. You see, in order to give other girls a chance, I down play my hotness--I think of the people, babe. I am UNFUKKEN-believably surprised that Aaron just called me. He wants to hang out with me tonight. Gravenor, I used to want to give it to Aaron so fucking bad back in the day. He is cute, is in the last stretch of his Masters, is funny, likes stupid music and has a porno-sized cock. And now here he is getting my phone number from a mutual friend and asking me to hang out. Does this happen to you too, Gravenor? You know, you like someone so fucking much and then when you write them off and start liking someone else suddenly they start licking your fucking ankles for attention? Anyway, Karen from last night called me half an hour ago and she wants to hang out with me tonight as well. What the fuck is going on? Am I, gulp, getting popular? I feckin' hope not. I like my obscurity and scattered social connections. So let's recap: Hot Slut+Beer+Hot Boy+Good Music=the kinda fun I don't have hardly enough. I will tell you if all this popularity ends in me having a good time or not.
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