"Get Off the Stage, You Fuckin' Botox Sluts..."

[clumsy_thoughts]

Best Text Message (this week):

K*BooBs:

Last night i was high on E at a rave
and saw a midget dancing like
crazy and it reminded me of you!

This made me smile.

I've been sacked with a deadly flu most of the week.  Seems almost ritualistic, once a year (without fail), sometime near, or abouts the beginning of spring, I fall prey to a good flu.  Maybe it

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I'd call you but I don't know where the fuck you are

[anonymous]

Saaarah?

It's an Erika from Cowtown.
It occurred to me (while walking to the bus, I can point out EXACTLY where) that I haven't talked to you in a long time. And as usual, you told me to phone you like a year ago (see how I'm not minimizing my ability to totally fail?) and thought I probably should. And then realised you're probably not in town anymore. And if you are, probably work nights.
So. You seem to be in a dorm. With a white board. That's neat.
I'll probably go back over old LJ journals eventually, as I procrastinate the two papers that I have to have done by Wednesday that haven't started!

WOOOOOO!
(And for the love of god, put a condom on that stick before you start fucking people in the eye with it. You don't know where those brains have been >( )

Re: I'd call you but I don't know where the fuck you are

[clumsy_thoughts]

I practice safe skull fucking. Full Metal Jacket was my guru. I shallst give the # I have a ding-a-ling.