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AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! PRINCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

”description”Dear Diary:
I am so excited about something, that I can barely contain myself. I've been dreaming of this day since I was a little girl. I've been primping and preparing myself physically, and mentally, for what could be the beigest and best night of my life. No, I am not going to a Blue October show, Jason, I am going to London, with my VIP ticket grasped firmly in hand, to see PRINCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! PRINCE!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm not kidding! I could wet myself just thinking about it. I think I own every single Prince record and have watched Purple Rain at least 768 times. I once encouraged an old boyfriend to dress up as Prince for Halloween, just so he'd be more attractive to me...

A couple of months ago I climbed to the 6th floor of a boiling hot parking garage above the Belmont just to get a glimpse of the top of his royal head, and I even shamelessly karaoke'd to Prince in Starbucks to make up for not telling Jason about the private show. This date, well I guess it's not 'officially' a date, but I'm treating it like one, is going to be the best night of my life! All my wildest dreams will come true. I went and got my hair done, had a manicure, pedicure and facial. I spent hours picking out the most perfect dress and I've been memorising all the lyrics to his new album. All this and the fact that I can recite entire scenes from Purple Rain are sure to impress his Purple Majesty, so don't be surprised if I don't come home, and I end up the reigning princess of Lake Minnetonka. Or Paisley Park, or 3121, wherever we decide to live. It was nice knowing you Jason, I'll remember you fondly...

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