twelvis

in order to get a lot of comments in your journal you have to either:
A. be depressed and whiney, or
B. be a suicide girl or otherwise hot girl.

i'm neither. so fuck off.

i've come to the point in my life where i feel like i'm closer to 30 than 20 years old. i mean, look at that picture! last year i was wearing skinny ties and thriftstore denim jackets and mascara. now i look like an extra from a teen sex movie. and i feel like one too. and no i will not have sex with a...
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damn
i had a dream about...ready? making photocopies. yah. for about an hour i was just standing there and making copies, not feeling anything. how sad is that? i used to dream about sex and guns and time travel. now...photocopies?

what else. i'm eating a tupperware box full of perogies and roast pork. i have nothing interesting to say today. i still have quit smoking...it's...
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as illustrated in Fig 1-2 to the left, the bulk of the hair has been surgically removed, leaving the soft and vulerable "lesser hair" in its stead.

twelvis is now ready to go on job interviewz

i did something real retarded today. i flipped over a piece of paper, and as i did a corner of the paper gave me a papercut *in* my eyebrow...
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can't sleep dag-nabbit. i have to get up in four hours and get my workout on, but i'm no more closer to sleep than i was 2 hours ago...must have been that giant-sized coffee i had whilst studying. hey i can compute the reality transfer fee of any given real property transaction, bizitches!

woah, weird sex dream:

i went with some relatives to a roast for Bill Cosby. I sped down the highway on this old moped and found out that when i got there i had to walk using a cane...then i was with a tall and a little chubby blonde, and some girl who looked like siren. we decided to take a tour of Merril Lynch...
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hello i like pie

today was alright enough. i woke up and went to the gym and got my workout on. then i kinda lazed around the house and read zen and the art of motorcycle maintenance...the book is...oh i don't know. i don't go for this spirituality crap. even the stuff that makes sense. i couldn't be more materialist (in the marxist sense of...
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love is mean.

on another note, i wish my record player was workin cos i wanna listen to my rockabilly lps but alas i cannot. i hate my life.

on another note, i got some speed and it doesn't seem to be doing anything. i feel vaguely jittery, that's it. screw drugs, they are never fun.
i'm all sorts of negative. here's a cat =^_^=

HI.

i have nothing funny to say. i quit smoking and i think i'm doing okay, being on my second day sans smoke.

and the girls at my work somehow got this chinese figure with a wee-wee and when you put it in water it fills with water and wees into your teacup or something. they were all giggling and i was all ablush with...
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today was grannie's funeral. it was oddly not sad. the priest was a big dork tho, he not only misprounced my granma's last name and got basic facts about her life wrong (he said she was a wonderful mother to her sons and daughters--she only had sons) but he also just plain sucked ass. and i looked in the open casket, which is something i've...
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i'm reading this book on our very special president:

"Oh, I thought you said 'some band.' The Taliban in Afghanistan! Absolutely. Repressive."
--Glamour, June 2000.

This was a reply to a question in a journalistic pop quiz. When asked about the Taliban, Bush shook his head and stood there mute until the reporter hinted: "repression of women in Afghanistan...?"
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on mah MP3 jukebox:
Billy...
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it was a very surreal friday.
i had one of the strangest dreams ever, and i wont go into it but i've noticed my dreams come in patterns, that they follow (what i dimly know about) the rules of quantum theory.

i get to work and my boss is decked out in spandex for some bicycle race he's about to do. most unfortunate is the...
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