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Thursday, November 09, 2006 

American Psycho*

Last night I dreamt about Kate Moss and Pete Doherty in some weird attempt to kill myself while sleeping. I dreamt that Pete dumped Kate and then Kate went around town crying but Pete wouldn't take her back because he's too cool for so god fucking help me because I think I'm going to have to stop reading superficial.com because holy fucking shit what the hell? Kate Moss? Pete Doherty? WHO THE FUCK GIVES A SHIT! The only way that dream could've gotten stranger is if vonage box hit Pete in the head and my mom started screaming, VONAGE, ONE SMART CHOICE AMONG MANY STUPID ONES.


*I hate that book.