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I like potatoes.

Mashed, smashed, scalloped, baked, twice-baked, home fried, french fried -- I just like the damn things.
I wonder if it has to do with my Scotch-Irish ancestry.
I guess it stems back to the Potato Famine or something.

I like squash.
I like green beans.
I like string beans.
I like corn.
I like okra.
I like turnip.
I like cabbage.
I...
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I just finished 'Into the Great Wide Open' for the second time.
The novel stirs so many emotions in me it's not even funny. Loneliness, sadness, longing, bittersweet memories -- a roller coaster, but in a painfully wonderful way.

How come friends far away seem so much more dear than the ones that I have daily access to?
I guess it's because of that very...
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I wish I had a free pass to punch people in the head.

Once a day.

That's all I ask.

I was raised to be polite; open doors for folks, thank them when they offer me anything, etc.
Is that so fucking crazy?
I think not.
So, I was off to pick up my daily dosage of smack ... errr, I mean iced coffee, and...
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Beer is my bread.

-Scotty

PS Irish cream is my dessert.

Hmmm, I'm pretty dull today.
Actually, I'm pretty dull each and every day but today I'm feeling uber-dull.
So dull I decided to actually take out my collection of belly-button lint and "ooh and ahh" over it for the umpteenth time.
I'm just teasing, I didn't really do that.
You were confuded, I could tell.

Oh, look, beer!

Things always change so quickly via the...
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I miss my favorite girl from Boston.

There, I said it.

Blah.

I think I'm going to go drown my sorrows in a Newcastle and chicken wings with my munkee.

Aren't you fuckers jealous?

-Scotty

Do you ever have weeks that totally change your perspective on life?

Mine was last week.

It restored my faith in human nature; and that in itself is a fucking miracle.

Read Kevin Canty's "Into the Great Wide Open."

Between this book and the person that gave it to me -- well, I have to say life is as it should be.

Now, if I...
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I just put Bailey on a plane to Detroit.
Funny thing is, she lives in Bean Town , so I hope to God she has a connecting flight ...

Don't let anyone persuade you otherwise; Bailey is by far, one of the most rockin', hysterical, intelligent girls you'll ever meet.
I may be biased, granted, but fuck off.
She's adorable.
And she puts up with...
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i think bailey is fuckin crazy!!! she's taken over my profile and my beer and won't leave my neck alone....helllo!!!! trashy hickies!!! we are going to get MORE drunk and finish being trashy together....gosh i hope she lives up to photos...heh heh.

The following statement was brought to you by an inebriated Bailey via my computer.
Please, someone save me.
Oh.
No.
Screw that.
Simply...
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I'm sick.
I hate being sick.
I'm a whiny little bitch.
I'm sick.
I hate being sick.


I pierced this beautiful little girl yesterday.
I mean this in a completely clinical, non-sexual way, geniuses, relax.
She was sixteen, very well-spoken, delightfully polite. In a nutshell; nothing like the annoying kids I'm used to dealing with.
Anyhow, she was with her mother and grandmother and had...
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"So," says me, "why don't I add a little ink to my chest?"
Hell, I'm a pale kid that abhors sunlight; this makes me the perfect canvas for some ink-slingin' fool at my tattoo shop.
"So," says me, "maybe I can get Cameron [our resident genius tattooer] to do some of his swallows, he's a great artist/painter and no one has them yet, so I'd...
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I got new ink.

It fucking hurts.

Rethink any work near the collarbone, it's a pretty rotten feeling.

I feel icky,

Beer and bed and Leaf dreams; the only forseeable cure at the moment.

-Scotty