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again, nothing but a current of noise. I am not so sure why.

jealous lovers shakedown.

in the stale still of last night my stomach felt like it was going to jack knife like a tractor trailer on the turnpike, i guess mixing champagne, beer and saki, and adding a slice of pizza on top of that, is not a good thing.

this has become a grand affair hasn't it?

i feel like a waning girl, disintigrating into the walls, becoming a memory that everyone eventually forgets.

i need to ride more horses.

so i dunno if i told you all but i got a promotion at work....(already!) i have only been working there a month and i already got a fifty cent raise and was promoted to register aide...which means i can do returns now basically....but i get to hold the register key!! woopdedoo for me.

oh my god so bateman sent me pics he took with his new quigibo today...he is a very pretty englishman.

so next to me is an empty handcuff box. I don't wanna know, being that my dads are probably upstairs withi his gun or at work with his gun, and my brothers are probably on him as we speak, and i don't see why he woudl need new ones, but gives me an idea of where to get real real real ones...not fake ones you get at porn or fetish stores.

an empty handcuff box and a soldier of fortune magazine...seems to be a running theme in this house don't you think?