Friday Jan 07, 2005

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With some luck, I became the manager at my store. We sell vintage and surplus military stuff in the village. It's an awsom store and all my co-workers rock out. But now my old job is callin me. And offering more money. Alot more money. I'm facing a horrible real hard choice between money or confort.

Choices, choices, choices.
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nineteen:
hey - did you ever read j.d. salinger's short story 'a perfect day for bananafish'? i just saw that you listed catcher in the rye as one of your favorite books... and i just always loved the bananafish story. it's in his 9 stories collection.......
charmer:
hmm, the telephone game with shots sounds quite interesting. i don't think i would last too long...

money is evil, and perhaps sucks as much ass as relationships do (i'm down on them too lately). and that's a lot of sucking ass. they probably suck a multiplicity of asses in an ass-sucking factory in the ass-suck part of town where the lids are stolen from gas station toilets.

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