Lord knows I can't stand J.Lo, but I am really getting into jazzy-type music. Amerie's joint Rolling Down My Face, J.Lo's Get Right, etc. Hip Hop Jazz. WHEE. I am about to pop; just had a salad, mashed potatoes, fried food, and cake. Glah. Ooh, and I just attacked the local Outback Steakhouse with anti-meat paraphernalia. WEE. I need more anti-meat
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