inlikeflynn

sophistication is either an equilibrium of the illusion of intelligence and class in a room full of pretentious butt-monkeys, or else it's sitting on somebody's front porch sipping boxed wine out of a pint glass waxing philosophic on the ratio of tit shots to gruesome deaths in a movie with "massacre" in the title.

Goddammit, I can't write when I get like this. I'm jealous of people who can. This is when I need it the most.

Y'know those times when something somebody says triggers a memory or a half-memory that stirs up a bunch of shit that you wouldn't want to deal with even if you could remember specifically what it was, and you just lay flat on...
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I flopped down on my bed when I got home from class today, closed my eyes for just a minute and passed out a bit. Like ya do.

In those few seconds, thirty at most, I think, I dreamt that my mother was ironing my face.

quite honestly, I can't be bothered to tie any of this together...

the guy who dances with his own reflection was at Brothers again, tonight. the girl who made out with the speakers made an appearance, too.

one of these days I am gonna break down and have sex with my good friend elissa.

also, here's a drab scene for argot, who is a...
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Blasted rain.



I'm trapped indoors. Somebody entertain me.

"And here is the news for Wombats:"

a number of things.

1.) yes, my ass is spectacular. no, I won't ever do that to you again. yes, I swear.

please, stop crying.

2.) needing to use Adobe Acrobat for anything is the pc equivalent of stepping in shit. it is, hands down, the most obnoxious program I have ever been forced to use....
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"Yeah, I took a test today. Yeah, it was for Hepatitis. I kicked ass, too, I got an A, two Bs, and a C."

Woke up early this morning and wrote my term paper in a little over 2 hours. Finished by 12:30, so I figured I had plenty of time to get my notes printed at Target Copy and still get to...
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