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Many years ago when I was so small, I slipped into a music hall ( Read more... )

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Dear Dirty Filthy Jew Diary ( Read more... )

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Dear Diary, I’m sorry for all those hateful, racist things I said about you. Everything has changed. I feel like I’m wildly out of control in a toboggan of passion, sliding down an icy mountain, headed towards a giant oak tree of denial. I’ve never been so happy--something you would never understand, you dirty, dirty Jew diary.

I’ve got something to say!! Now, I don’t wanna ruin your all’s fun. Because I know morality isn’t sexy. But I want you all to know that I can’t go to Good Time Island, because I won’t turn snitch. Alright, alright, alright, in the old days I might’ve. But I’ve changed. People change. Changes…I’m not the same Jerri Blank who informed on those ( Read more... )

Summer school is hell. I had a dream last nite about Al Roker getting mauled by a grizzly bear. Woke up
happy. I am going to go drop bricks off the overpass. Good times...

I like the hole and the pole...I wrote a little poem about it ( Read more... )

Is it so different to be new? And is it so strange to be different? Now, I'm not saying that new isn't bad, of course it is. But on this St. Arbor's Day week, we must realize that the new sapling grows into the mighty old oak, which we cut down to make our new ax handles which, in turn, we use to chop down our mighty old oaks.