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I would be hard pressed to encounter a more emotionally volatile and shitty day.

half of me is gone
the lonesome part isn't dead
i cannot find the other half

After twenty minutes of listening to my coffee maker percolate, hum, roar, sputter, and gargle, I realized that I had not placed the lid which filters the water down. Effectively, the water was percolating unto itself (to the tune of losing 1/3rd of the total volume of water initially placed in the contraption).

In conclusion: problem solved, and I have one hellaciously strong cup of...
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I highly recommend cehcking out "Capturing the Friedmans" if any of you get the opportunity. It's a great documentary on a family who goes through the husband and a son being charged with pedophilia. An extremely good watch indeed.

katieh and I went shourping today and spent alot of money on nice clothingk to kcover my bumpkumb. She lookz fabuloooos in here eoutfeet. Eet est secks-e. Ve are drinkingk vine end zangria end vill be drunkk witheen ze hourz. z. z. *katieh cracks up* She doez knot lyke meye profile peekture. So.

So.

Ve vill take a new peekshure end post eet here.

Toodulz.

Kitties ahoy! I hope I can see the squirmy little bastards.

I raise my glass in honour of all the men who perished during the invasion of Fortress Europe on this day 60 years ago today. God be with you, gentlemen.

A cross-section of today:

HOUR ONE
snooze-ridden; content.
HOURS TWO THROUGH THREE
melancholy and disenchanted.
HOUR FOUR
relatively indifferent.
HOURS FIVE THROUGH SEVEN
severely depressed; hopeless.
HOURS EIGHT THROUGH NINE
cheerful; exuberant.

It makes no sense to me, either. You'd think I was going through menopause, what with all the mood swings. Pinpointing the issue is easy enough: too much thought coupled with boredom is...
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feh. I feel like I'm playing the role of some pathetic overseer, and I don't dig it, no sir. Not one bit.

I think I'll go buy a pair of aviators and Top Gun today for an ass-kicking dose of fighter wankery and laughable homoeroticism.

Yeah, so what's new. I'm expendable - nothing but rubbish that will (at a juncture in time yet to be determined) chucked out like an empty milk jug.

Gazing a photograph that does little but stimulate thoughts of "why am I putting myself through this?" leads to unhappy evenings.

undef($self);

Ah, the difference a day can make. Fuck it! Not worth worrying about.

TODAY THE SUN REFUSED TO SHINE
ON THIS WAR-INFESTED LAND!

This feeling of being unwanted is pervasive and all-encompassing.

[this section deleted because it was too whiny and reeked of faggotry]