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I can’t do it.  I’m not a nice girl. I’m a fucking racist, elitist, bitch. must….. let …..it ….out….

So, i met up with CL guy and was like, “where’s the rest of him?”  He was an inch taller than me and looked like a fucking shitzu with locks of unclean dirty blonde hair desperately needing grooming.  His dress shirt looked about five years old, pants maybe three, and they  clung to him like they’ve known him forever. He probably weighed no more than 130. So, we met at a fucking Chinese restaurant in the East Village called Chinese Food No. 1, or something like that.  He ordered us sake and some dumplings.  THe dude ate with his fucking hands.  AND He fucking licked his fingers off.  He didn’t even wash his hands before the meal. dirty avian bird. He kept talking about how his father is a deadbeat and his mother works and how they have a cottage by a lake.  He spoke alot about money or lack thereof, and that rich people should pay more taxes, in which i disagreed.  He says rich people should contribute more to society.  When i told him otherwise, he shot me a look like “cha-ching!”.  whatever,  he was too ghetto for me and i couldn’t stand myself for agreeing to go out with this dude.  Then, he told me he was from the trailers.  That’s when i thot that maybe i could help the guy.

I took pity on him and didn’t ditch him after dinner.  Instead, we went to Forbidden City where i bought him some drinks.  I instilled in him some thots and motivation (i’m good at that shit), and since he’ll be on parole for drug possession (ugh, it only gets better, don’t it?), i told him to write a book.  He was in fact recently published, so he definitely has the potential.  I’ll do his fucking PR if he writes that damned  book. That’s my way of contributing to society. fucking poor people! ugh! always looking for a fucking freebie. ugh!

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