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i would pay good money to see Juniper and Massagegirl bowling
well come to think of it if im paying money we could work out some other action shots too

i have a truck
when you move to Vegas (doesnt everyone?)
i'll be more than happy to help you with the bed and Fu

you ain't so bad yerself kiddo!

well now I am off to move all my shite.
and to pick up some naughty pictures of me from Walgreens. I hope that acne riddled clerk didn't cream all over them.
wish me luck

rough him up if he even dared to cream the negatives.

you know the words to "I Wish." if there were awards for coolness, I think that would get you one.

ooh, i was thinking a string of black cats, but those snappaz will do the trick. i hate when little kids throw those at me. worse than little gnats, the kids that is. They hate me, but that's because they know i hate them. Buzz off squirmy pests!

um, the ex-boyfriend and the sucking cock. was he boasting about it as if it would make you jealous. BiZAH.

I also often find myself screwed by the 'unworthy response' disease when I want to respond to something I enjoyed. I like to think it's a problem caused by an overactive mind. I'm too tired to look up 'Florakleptonomy.' Is that something like stealing flowers and preserving them?

"And who shall say by what inherited energy the mind forced itself at once from the contemplation of disaster and thrust into the very movement of the foot on the pedal a concept of vigor, safety, and success? I began to feel that myself plus the bicycle equaled myself plus the world, upon whose spinning-wheel we must all learn to ride, or fall into the sluice-ways of oblivion and despair. That which made me succeed with the bicycle was precisely what had gained me a measure of success in life-it was the hardihood of spirit that led me to begin, the persistence of will that held me to my task, and the patience that was willing to begin again when the last stroke had failed. And so I found high moral uses in the bicycle and can commend it as a teacher without pulpit or creed. He who succeeds, or, to be more exact in handing over my experience, she who succeeds in gaining the mastery of such an animal as Gladys [the bicycle], will gain the mastery of life, and by exactly the same methods and characteristics...."

suicidegirl name: spite

im sleeping by myself for the first time in three years now... but i was sleeping alone for some time. sometimes the right choice isnt the easiest one...

I ran away from SB as soon as I was legal.

hahaha, talking gibberish! that is funny! haha! blahblahblah, blaaah, blah,b lahblah... . . .

do you ever wake up in the middle of the horror and find you cannot move or yell?

wind-up bird chronicle!
wind-up bird chronicle!

...though _a wild sheep chase_ is more of a comforter/tea book.

in a word: murakami

Oh I'll definitly be at the Craft Circle, maybe Sigur Ros if I can afford it....

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