2002-01-11 10:22 a.m.
So, today, I got an email from someone (to protect their identity, we will simply call them "Olga") regarding my last diary entry—the one about washing my face.
For the love of God people. What do I have to do to prevent such menacing emails?
Ok, ok. The thing is that I don't even have any pimples on my butt. I wish I did, though. Pimples are not only fun to squeeze, but sometimes they are also...well, um, very very fun to squeeze. I have had butt pimples a few times in my life, and each time they were swollen, fire–red, pus volcanos—literal cornucopias of overflowing creamy goodness.
But, those butt pimples have been very few and far between. Much to my dismay, my butt is instead plagued with something that I don't like one bit: hair. Anyway, in order to keep down the overwhelming deluge of probing emails regarding my butt pimple status, I have decided to compromise my modesty and morals to bring you this picture:
So, now I am sure that everyone is satisfied and happy, as the truth has come into the light for all to see. Now let's all go and have fun days!
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