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The story of Holden Caulfield drove me from my mother and her mother. I came to live in Los Angeles with my father and his wife.

I came to live with my father's parents shortly after my father went jobless and his marriage went loveless. I made my home sandwiched between two sheet-covered dunes of odds and most ends my Grandmother had long since forgotten....
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It's so amazing to see some of these sets. Sets from girls that I first looked upon this site when I logged in for the first time.

These photo sets are all the sultry and sexy that most everyone witnesses but they also relay an amazing story to my soul, like a lightning rod. Two sets separated in time plot two points of a story...
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In-N-Out has been a long known obsession and my designated resting place for when I die. And while it's tragically common and ultimately a huge bore when compared to such glamorous recreational activities like heroine and crystal meth - I'd probably still resort to turning tricks in the parking lot for a Double-Double, fries, and shake.

I've even gone to such great lengths that I've...
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Seated in Salt Lake. Burbank in four hours. You can find me the rest of the year in Los Angeles.

Operation Re-Wii was successful.

Word on da street from Johny No-Nose was dat da boss up at Best Buy was hoarding Wiis like a orphan at a all-you-can-eat buffet. So we beat feet on to da cold, hard street before the rooster's song. It was then that we peeped da large gaggle planted out on in front of da store and so we peeled 'crete...
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There are these masses of squishy grey matter contained within the calcified confines of some heads that cause me to reel. You see my squishy grey mass remains amazed at the brilliance, imagination, and talent that these other squishies accomplish. Case in point:

Look, we like each other, but we're the couple that doesn't touch. And we're spanning time together.