| Wednesday July 18th 2001 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| Dear Diary, Nothing has really happened today or in the last few days. I write to you only out of obligation. Actually I am in love. Tis it true? Hath thou found thy juliet? ...No I'm not actually in love with a person, but the new song "Bootylicious" by Destinys Child. I just love that song. Music has really been hitting new levels of quality and creativity. If the sixteenth floor was the top, Destinys Child would be on the seventeenth. I can't help but think how different and new each song that hits the radio waves sounds. Not even buick can manufacture such quality in such large doses and so quickly. It's amazing how all bands sound totally different and totally bootylicious. Remember wearing bootys as a little kid? What a cute little song those classy ladies made up! Jamming in your jammies has never been more fun! I just wish some one would remix, "row row row your boat". Actually diary, I am just jealous that I have no musical talent (other than playing betoveens 16th symphony on the bassoon). |
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| This is the private diary of Paul F. Blake and contains actual daily events. Please don't read this page. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||