Dear blog,
I guess it's time to start part 3.
If anyone wants to read part 2 click here.

Messy Bonnie's Diary Part 2

I'll bring you up to date...

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You better let me do it.

Messy Bonnie is still looking for love in all the wrong places. Usually with her gal pal Jackie Bigalow egging her on. Jackie got a job doing coatcheck (going through coat pockets, looking for drugs or money to buy drugs) at The Cock. So they are set. Bonnie still see's her toothless, skinny, ugly Dominican garbage man Jose. That is, when Sweetie aka "Jolene" lets her have him. Because Sweetie, who could have any man, likes to take him "just because she can". At the moment Bonnie has a fat, spoiled NYU student named Etienne Goldstein bound, gagged and tied to a chair in her apt. She and Jackie have been gone for a week on a bender and have completely forgotten about poor fat Etienne. Sometimes he turns on her computer and begs for help.
He'll probably die.
Now you know what I know.

Oh yeah, Jackie & Bonnie went to an internet cafe where they met a geek who told Bonnie that having a "blog" was way cooler than having a "diary". So because it's the latest thing, Bonnie now has a blog.

NYU student Etienne Goldstein

Dear Blog,
I know I should go home (haven't been there in a week) but Jackie an' I is havin' a hoot at the Internet Cafe. We go to the one on East 10th Street and Avenue C. It's cute.
I know I should go home but...
T.G.I.F. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Messy, when I left your apartment a couple days ago that NYU guy was famished but the only thing in the cupboard was a can of catfood so don't be put off by his breath when you get back. If you get back. And that cafe you been hanging at with Jackie Bigalow, its a front for a weed peddler named Poochy.

hey seven,
You mean of course "The Christy William Internet Cafe" on East 10th St. & Avenue C.
Yeah they's cool people.

An' what NYU kid are you talkin' about?

I'm not sure which one. It could be last week's.

Listen Bonnie,
You better get your saggy ass home because I walked by your rat trap crash pad S.R.O. yesterday and there is a TERRIBLE odor coming from your room. I mean more than usual. It smells like...
something died.

Ahhhh it's prolly just that stupid cat that I was watchin' for what-her-name. She didn't tell me cat food was gonna be that expensive.
Please... Jackie an' I could eat for a week on what it takes to feed that stupid cat.
Sheee-it.

Dear blog,
I really like this guy named Master Steelo. I just know he's got a big one. He's real cute too. I wonder if he's straight?
Don't matter.

Steelwol likes games using a biiiig wooden paddle. Last party I went to of his they was whapping the ass of this Latin guy they hauled right out of the audience. After two whacks the paddle broke an half of it flew across the room. The crowd went nuts. If you got a hard ass Messy Steelwol is for you.

Sounds like good people!

Dear blog,
I'm really turning my life around this year. Really getting it together. I'm feeling real good about myself too. I like this cute guy named Master Steelow and I'm thinking of going to beauty school. I know, I know, I just did a bump and that's mostly why I'm feelin' so good about myself but I AM going to go to beauty school.
I AM!
I gonna call tomorrow.
I AM!

Dear blog,
I'm startin' to crash now.
Jackie went home to sleep.
I'm still at the Internet Cafe but I think they want me to leave 'cause they keep turning the lights out and it's only a quarter to two in the afternoon. I guess I really should get home. I got this feelin' that I forgot sumthin' there. Wasn't I watchin' a cat or sumthin'?
I'm still gonna get myself together tomorrow.
Not beauty school though.
Fuck beauty school.

I'm gonna be a DJ!!!!!!!!!!!!

They're closeing the cafe cause Poochy is taking another five kilo delivery in the back.

You wanna be a DJ? You should call up Jayne County. I hear she's good. She could give you lessons. And your Master Steelow fella would be mighty impressed to see you sittin' up there in "the booth" - maybe I'll even book you sometime down at Wonderbar.

Wow...looks like things are turning around for you, finally...all you need now is an Ipod, and you'll be sittin' pretty.

Btw...have you been home? I've gone by your place a few times lately, knocking on your door. I just assumed you were passed out, but there's some rank odor coming outta your place.

Bonnie,
DJing is a sacred profession. It's alot like being a preist or a rabi or a witch doctor...
or a hair dresser. It's very serious. Just because Lily of the Valley and Sammy Jo are DJs doesn't mean it's easy you know. If I were you I'd rethink beauty school.

And that cat that you were babysitting...
I think it's dead.
The smell from your hell hole is worse than than usual.

Dear blog,
I just got home.
Oh shit.
I gotta call Jackie.
We got sumthin' very messy to take care of here.

I knew I forgot sumthin'.

Messy, am lookin for a babysitter you available, you seem good with the young latinos?

Miss Mess, the cat's lawyer called me up looking for how to find you. I told him under the Williamsburg bridge servicing the iron workers, that was you right -or was it Jackie Bigelow? Anyway, turns out the cat was a multi-millionaire and the will says some money goes to you on one condition. Yes, that's right, you guessed it. Beauty School. You gotta get all A's. No prob, right? You know what teachers like.

I think you better get back to Jose for a few days until you can focus on a new vic, uh, I mean crush. Steelow is scared of you. Haven't seen him anywhere on the boards since you proclaimed you were horny for him. I didn't think you went for babyfaces.

That's right.
Now that you mention it, Master Steelow has not shown his face on the boards ever since Bonnie got interested.