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like a very romantic setting.
    If all goes well, I should have my invitation by tomorrow, and then I’m set.
    . . . Once I ask Samantha to borrow that beautiful green velvet dress of hers.
    PS—And the beautiful blue satin ballet flats that go with it.
    PPS—With the matching bag.
    PPPS—And of course, no outfit is complete without that beautiful blond hair she’s always wearing.
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    PiaBallerina: I didn’t get my invitation to Krishna Ginsberg’s confirmation party until after everyone else did either.
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    kweenclaudia: back to the shaving thing—you might have hairy toes, but my counselor at sleepaway camp last summer had hairy boobs! And she didn’t even do anything to try and hide them. I think she thought they were beautiful. She thought anything that was natural was beautiful. spiders—beautiful. poison ivy—beautiful. cow patties—beautiful. boob hair—beautiful. blech.

Saturday, November 20
    11:17 AM, EST
    Here Kitty, Kitty,
    Boob hair? That is SO disgusting.
    But I’m not really one to talk. Because you know what I have? Zits.
    It’s like a nation of pimples have decided to colonize my T zone. I must show them who’s boss. I must get them to leave in time for Roger Morris’s bar mitzvah. I have to look perfect for CJ.
    And ignore the fact that his other girlfriend, Dylan the superhero with the heart-shaped belt, looks perfect every day.
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11:46 AM, EST
    The blemishes will be gone before dawn.
    Yes, problem-free Raisin has done it again! I’ve devised a solution that’s so simple, yet so brilliant, I wonder why nobody’s tried it before me.
    First, I cleaned the problem area with Stridex medicated pads. Next, I carefully applied Clearasil to every zit. And then (here’s where my geniousity shines through) for extra protection, I took more of the Stridex pads and taped them to my face with Band-Aids. How smart am I? By tomorrow I should have a peaches-and-cream complexion.
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12:09 PM, EST
    That tingly feeling lets me know they’re working.
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1:12 PM, EST
    And that burning sensation lets me know that they’re doing a really thorough job.
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1:33 PM, EST
    I think my face is on fire.
    2:18 PM, EST
    I never thought I’d say this, but I think I owe that roly-poly little sister of mine my life.
    When she saw my face, she burst into tears. I couldn’t calm her down, so eventually my mother came to see what all the commotion was about.
    When she saw the pads taped to my face, she ordered me to take them off. The good news is that the zits are gone. The bad news is that there’s a gigantic bright red T burned into my face.
    My mom gave me aloe to slather on it and aspirin to take down the swelling. My head feels like it’s on fire. Over the course of three days, I’ve managed to ruin my face and my hair. The only thing left is my body. Maybe I should down several gallons of Chunky Monkey and two dozen boxes of Dunkaroos and see what that does for my waistline. No wonder CJ doesn’t love me. I’m one of those don’t-let-this-happen-to-you ladies you see in the back of fashion magazines. All I need is a black bar over my eyes.
    Next time I have a brilliant idea, I’ll have to remind myself that it’s probably stupid.
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3:30 PM, EST
    I just checked my mailbox and no invitation. What if I’m really not invited?
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    PiaBallerina: Maybe it’ll still come on Monday. In the meantime, at least you got rid of your zits. Sometimes they take weeks to go away. Especially the undergrounders.
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    kweenclaudia: i’ll tell you how to get rid of them. go find someone to make out with. it really works. clint had one on his nose the other day. then we had a little smoocharoo. now his is gone and i’ve got one on the tip of my nose. coincidence? i don’t