too bad they are all such great cooks, hanger-overs, dancers, sleeping partners, and, AND -- they don't talk shit about me behind my back like all my other friends. Especially You, Beckstar!*
* becks you know I kid. plus if it wasn't for my competitive nature and your rad blog I wouldn't be on here at all. Just sayin'.
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Like ALL your other friends?
Damn girl, you know I only talk shit straight to yo face, intervention steez.
Harumph.
[The highly-offended Beckstar skulks off grumpily, kicking pile of floor hair and changing flatteringly circular hair-halos into windblown Travolta-esque pompadours that make all members of DCD-crew look like their faces are fat.]
Look, just cos you got your hair cut LAST week...by someone entirely unaffiliated with myself, Joni, Rain or the OTHER salon that is an offshoot thereof...
I'm just sayin!
'they don't talk shit about me behind my back like all my other friends.'
Damn girl. That's cold.
And Mel at Kokopelli's is some good East Side cut yo. It's a g-thang. A geographic-thang, that is.
Mika!
One love Trini!
And hey - the blog battles are alive and well. You're coming along nicely.
In fact I see it more like a master/student scenario - you're the Danielson to my Miyagi, the Luke to my Yoda (only hot), the Kimmy Gibler to my DJ Tanner...
It's all good.
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