Sunday Feb 01, 2004

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super bowl. my best friend hates me, my wife clowns me like a birthday, my job wants me to draw my fingers and bone. my country walks to war with children. god has betrayed you. your dog lies at your feet, the food bowl never refilled. cockroaches wash the dishes clean envy, journals betray friends.the ocean, the ocean ,the ocean
will wipe your heart clean oink
nicolelee:
when i was in minneapolis, i stopped into st.sabrina's and awarded myself with the gift of a beautiful pair og 6g hooker hoops. working in the service industry with body mods can be hard when the majority of the yuppie fucks that you waite on dont have tattoos, MAYBE a fluff chick will have her belly button, but the only time they have seen gauged ears (esp at 3/4) is on "the discovery channel/ national geographic when they have those african tribes, you know, then they put plates in their lips and wrap wire around their necks" you get the picture. i bought the hoops with the hopes that they will be distracting from the holes and appear to seem just like "normal" ears with "normal" hooker hoops. honestly, its worked over well... until i put my hair behind my ears. anyfuck... the hoops are badass and i really liked the shop as a whole. i dont think i had ever seen a display case quite so large and with such a wide variety of jewelry for every piercing possible... i was thinking about getting an 8g curved slave-master for my hood, then i realized that i dont really give crotch shots on SG enough to enjoy the simple fact of *having* an 8g curved slave-master...

have i said enough? holler again.
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brandy:
Why did you have to put that pic of Jamie up? To show me how cool you are? How many girls you can get with? Whatever. I'm not coming back to Ellensburg, you can send my mail to my parents house. I will never see or talk to you again. Hope you have a happy life with you soon to be wife...you don't look to happy in the pic to me.

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