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i bought this pack of playing cards the other day. they are made of clear plastic. there's preint on them like normal cards, but solid blocks to block out the numbers n shit on the back. so they look rad and you can actually use them. cuz they'd be pretty dumb if you could see what card it was from both sides.

the first half of the superbowl was some of the most terrifyingly bad football i've ever seen. which doesn't really matter since i could give a rat's ass about the teams that were playing. i'm pissed that the pats won though. i was hoping i'd be able to call my friends up near boston and laugh at them for blowing the big shit in yet another sport. the red sox losing this last time was seriously one of the highlights of my life. not that i care about the yankees, i just got to make fun of my friends who are sox fans. some of the commercials were good. the bud lite horse fart. the bud mule. the pepsi/hendrix thing. all the aol/american chopper stuff. comments on the halftime show: i went and took a dump. i imagine it was way more entertaining.

the thing about the cards. for a while when i was at school my roommates and i played hearts incessantly. i mean a fucking lot. we would have marathon games that lasted for hours at a time. i read Hearts In Atlantis by stephen king around that same time, coincidentally enough, and i believe the second or third story in that book is about college kids playing hearts to the exclusion of all else. we got so into it. my one friend, meathook [one night the kid was saying he wished he had a nickname, j was like "you're new name is meathook". chris goes, "nobody's gonna call me that." the next day, me and jordan print up like 200 flyers with a picture of chris that all say "say hi to meathook". he had a nickname that everyone knew within 2 days. best part was that he was too friggin blind to see a flyer for more than a week. it was cool tho, since he met a zillion people after that.] was a born loser at the game, it was like the queen of spades was magnetically attracted to him, but he could never pull off anything to work that in his favor. for a while we actually tracked the card's movement to see how many times he wound up eating the points on it. it was kind of funny how much he lost. i really miss playing that game. i liked it a lot.

one night we decided to finally play poker for money, of course we have to save for like 2 weeks or so to get the $20 we all wanted to put in the pot, ah poor college kids. it was the lamest shit ever. we all realized after that night that we had all gotten way too good, because of hearts, at counting cards. after five hours of play we called it quits since, although there had been some fluctuations of currency, we had pretty much seen all of $2 change hands during the whole stretch. it was terrible.

i went little crazy last night. it wasn't fun. not at all. i'm glad some people were online at the time that i could talk to. but today i decided on another tatto that i want to get. i want to get no-face from the movie "spirited away". i've come to realize that for most of my life i haven't really been a person, just a character. just what people needed. i'm pretty sure i just do this because of my intense and undying lonliness, of which i seem to have no control. i just wish i knew where that came from.

i bought a new piece of fishtank stuff the other day. it's a treasure chest that the fish could go in. well, it's for one fish in particular. it's for distance, my black ghost, who has gotten to be about 9" long and doesn't fit in the skull he used to live in. but it sucks cuz now he won't go in the treasure chest which i bought because it's big enough to hold him.

the following quoted phrase is one that i never expected to hear, used seriously, in a song about girl/boy dynamics: "... and the shrieking of innumerable gibbons."

reprazent.