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Or should I say she wanted me?
Also, bitches popped my kareoke cherry. PLEASE don't find out I have a crush on you. PLEASE. These girls know and get me to do -- I mean, like, ANYTHING. Don't ask me about that kind of shit. So, Erin finally got her way. That's what I get for falling in love with her the first time I saw her and being stupid enough to tell her so in late June ( Read more... ) -
Okay, time to face the facts...
Anyone want to take care of or take my cats?
I have no idea how I will be able to do either.
They're great. Two little orange boys. Very low-key.
Lemme know. -
Pluck my eyes out
Reverend Sickly's moving back to civilization next month! Have any ideas where he'll live and work? Neither does he.
I'll get around to sharing pictures once I'm folded back into the trashheapsociety we call home, but for now, I'm going to go piss in the woods.
Too much love to you all. -
I must come back down...
"Anywhere I Lay My Head ( Read more... ) -
I got soul, but I'm not a soldier... the gold-hearted boy I used to be
"All These Things That I've Done ( Read more... ) -
Day two.
Finished day two of work early. They insisted. They also insisted I take tomorrow off too. It was a good day. Chatting with Dorje Kasung Noel. Later! -
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"... the canonicity of his existence as a tesseract. Be still, O quick! Speak him dumb!"
-- J.J.
Finnegans Wake, p. 100
