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Moving to Boston on March 1st.
I'm moving to Mission Hill, even though I'm not a Punk Rocker or a Scenester.
Weird.

when you aren't paying attention, sometimes pot smells like other things:

peanut butter.
popcorn.
tennis.
pilgrim day camp.
a sword.
bug spray.
chicken.
inside my nose.
plastic.
headaches.

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Crap, son. Every single person that I know has gone off and left the area for either the school year, or just livin'. Well, technically there are still two people in town that I know, but oddly enough, BOTH of them are now certifiably unstable. ANYWAYS: I've never had a full time job before, and i almost still dont simply because of the ( Read more... )

I got a haircut.

I really, really don't like television. I don't care what's on. I wonder if television was called 'the boob tube' for the same reason that I call it a boob tube. On one level or another, it probably is. I don't think I can (effectively) explain this with any more depth. Entire ideas, memories, unfolding-parables... these can be (and are) ( Read more... )

THIS POST WAS ORIGINALLY IN REPLY TO TINABARINA'S POST, BUT IT GOT VERY, VERY LENGTHY, SO I MOVED IT HERE ( Read more... )

*****NOTICE*****

If a stranger tries to touch you in your bathing suit area, simply take a deep breath, and yell, "You aren't my daddy!" and then scream as loud as you can. This will either stop the stranger in his tracks, or provide fuel for his delicious fetish.

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