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I saw the coolest bit of bathroom wall writing. Evidently some dickface tagged the stall wall with his respective gang sign and some fellow wrote next to it: "Gang members claim shithouses as turf!"
That's awesome.

In other news, today is my mother's birthday. She's a swell mom and I love her. ...even if she was the one who always grounded me... and punished me... and took away my toys, bike, and later, my car... and snooped through my room and found my drugs... and subjected me to random drug tests for six months... and made me (tried to anyway) stop seeing my hippie girlfriend in the 12th grade... and wouldn't let me practice with my high school band which led them to kick me out even though I am an INCREDIBLE drummer... It was really their loss... ahem... and she alwys bought me dumb clothes and made me wear my headgear which in turn rendered me girlfriendless almost all through middle school (except the girl with the lazy eye - too true - I took her to a dance once - geez was that a strange evening - her sister was hot though and I wanted to hump her, but that was all a long time ago)... my mom also made my curfew too early all through high school and I had to work since I was 15!
MOM!!! WHY?!?


But you know what? Everything is ok now more or less so fuck it all right? I do love my ma.

I got lit up last night and I looked back over my posts. They make little sense. I am however, NOT sorry.

Until next time, this has been Sir Richard Pumpeloaf (of Frank Zappa fame)