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eh. when you're universally reviled but pretty much okay with that.. yeah, sometimes it's all you can do.

so today is fucking great.

I'm one of those dorks who can find something absolutely hysterical in a text and laugh so hard I have an asthma attack just because of a word or two. today it's reading a transcription of Eddie Izzard going, "he's a donut! he's a fucking donut! a fucking donut!" I don't know, man. he and Mitch Hedberg do that to me quite consistently. I laugh until I can't breathe and then I wipe my tears on the t-shirts of people I used to love.

there is a reason I do not allow myself to write poetry.

cum on feel the noize. girls, rock your boys. stuff like that, yeah? there is a great new radio station in town that promises to play Rock Me Amadeus and Hey Ya in the same set someday. I await this day with ineffable contentment over the soul.

it is almost summer and this means two things. this means I need a new fucking job because I'm not working at school over the summer AGAIN. this also means that I can finally read the six billion books I have started over the last few months and not finished. there is also a lot of Lovecraft I need to catch up on because I'm retarded and have only read one of his stories. soooo, am I soulstabbed yet?

thanks for all your support for my adorable naked body . me and my secret stash of smooth epidermis are gonna like totally take our business elsewhere.

just kidding. nudity was inevitable, and so it shall be, soon's I can be arsed to shave my legs. don't hold your breath.

love and flapjacks to my minions.