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Well, alright.

I kinda got a half-brick to the head this past week, comin' to a head tonight (though the real sickness got pumped through, oh, on about thursday).

Fortunatly, the half-brick was bein' swung encased in a nice thick brand new sock, so the blow weren't lethal.

More later, I'm sure...

A'yup,

Y'know, sometimes I miss doin' serious drugs. Usually I don't, but sometimes I do...

A'yup,

So yeah, so...yeah.


A'yup,

Well shit, I just learned that the H.S. Thompson has set sail for the last time, and that the bastard did himself in in the only way that his legend would allow: by his own hand.

I learned Hunter's fate at the tail end of a six pack with an episode of C.O.P.S. playin' on the T.V., a show I hate and never actually watch....
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Y'know, sometimes a little February sunburn can be a really good thing.

A'yup,

Ammunition Train #1 may have come undone, but Ammunition Train #2 is gonna come rollin' through! And brother, I mean soon!

A'yup

Watchin' girls do math is sexy....

A'yup,

I guess some months are wordier than others, eh?

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According to the way or the ingredients used to brew the mat, it is, for the popular tradition, a comunicator of moods or brewers desires towards the one who will drink the mat.

Unsweetened mat: Indifference
Sweet mat: Friendship
Very sweet mat: Talk to my parents
Cold mat: Despise, indiference
Mat with balm: Disgust
Mat with cinamon: You are in my thoughts
Mat with burnt...
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Once upon a time, when I was very young, I used to sneak around the house searching out presents and spoiling surprises. I prided myself on my ability to very very carefully unwrap and then rewrap the gifts that had already made it to their spots under the tree. Since I already knew what I was getting by the time the time came, the true...
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So in about ten minutes I will officially be thirty, which really isn't that old really.

But it is at least one lifetime.....

A'yup,

Sometimes it's good to get home early and relatively sober from the warm and loving alcohalic embrace of your local purveyor of adult libation. The younger me probably would not have believed this. The older me isn't so sure either. But the me that's me right now, the one who just finished tending to his suddenly sick one year old daughter, he's pretty sure that...
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