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I'm on an Office commercial break.
This is the greatest show ever.

I'm sick still. I have what amounts to rotten, cummy tapioca cake batter coming out of my nose, which feels like it has been prison raped.

I killed the largest roach ever.
Then, a half hour later, when I showed Hillary the roach in the trash can, it was still alive, little antennae moving around. So I soaked this paper towel in hot water and bug spray and I placed it on the roach and closed the lid.
I had crushed the thing. it should be dead. that's fucked up. I gave him a little roachy burial.

I'm drinking hot chocolate and Angela from The Office has never been more hot. I love this goddamn show.

I have a huge headache and the new Radiohead and Tunng records are killer.
I'm 50 pages into my third reading of The Godfather. I love it. I love it. This is my favorite book.
And I love this:



I was fucking crazy about the girl, Stacie, that lent it to me 8 years ago and got me reading. I was fucking nuts about her.

Everyone go tell Suri hi.