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Oscar Wilde once said that a man can be happy with any woman provided he does not love her. A very wise man.

I remember back in high school a friend of mine warned me about overusing pink, my favorite color. He said, "we don't want it to become just another yellow." If only the rest of the world had heard those words.

*sigh*

Last night I went out to celebrate Roxy's birthday with the SGSeattle gang and I think I got really drunk and embarrassed myself, which is par for the course. It was fun.

I listened to This American Life this morning. One of the stories was told by a man about his four year old daughter. It was Christmas time and she asked what it was...
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I would like to thank everyone who gave me credit for writing that poem fragment that I posted in my journal yesterday. It made me feel good, and yet bad that you did not recognize it. Such is the way of things.

I watched Chicago on the new tv last night. It was way giant, and wide.

It is warm in my house and it...
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let us go then, you and I
when the evening is spread out against the sky
like a patient etherized upon a table.
let us go through certain half-deserted streets
the muttering retreats
of restless nights in one night cheap hotels
of sawdust restraunts with oyster shells
roads that follow like a tedious argument
of insidious intent that lead you to an overwhelming question...
oh...
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So... I now live 5 doors down from a pentacostal church. We went out to breakfast this morning and when we got back here with the final load of stuff from the old place they were having a service. I knew this (not just because it was sunday) because I could hear them "testifying". "Halleluja" was occuring in the middle of sentences. It was amazing....
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I just moved to the other side of the hill. I like the new place but it doesn't feel like home yet. I got my new computer, so now my cam is up. You can see me right now. Come look at how awesome I am.

This evening I was reminded of something I hadn't thought about in far too long:

Boys go to Jupiter to get more stupider whereas girls go to Mars to get more candy bars.

Let that sit for a while.

I'm tired all the time.

BTW, Maximillian has a challenge for you.

I still renounce boyshorts. Not shorts made for boys, but boyshorts.

I hate boyshorts. I wear boy undies because the crotch is nice and wide and they don't go up my ass. Boyshorts, on the other hand, have a crotch wide enough for maybe a 12-year old and are cut all up in the back so they go up my ass. Sure, boy underwear has that big pocket in the front where my package should go,...
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okay, I've given up. My nails have taken over mh hands and I'm sick of correcting the typos they cause. Like double letters and thinngs. I will leave all typos caused by my nails. If you see me postng in all caps, it's because I've accidentally hit caps lock. The nails have control now. I'm missing two keys on my keyboard still.