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[journalwk]

When I rescued Mario from his shanty town that starry night, I never imagined possible the adventures we have since shared.

July 5, 2002
got yr way-too-late-for-you-still-to-be-up e-mail message. First of all, do not try to compare me to a girl. Second of all, I know that insecurity is often sort of a function of age, but you have nothing to

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Schoenherr Road, Shelby, Michigan 48315

[odobenidae]

I am insecure and very possibly a girl. Physiological superabundance aside, I'm overly sensitive and need chocolate, and I'm so fucking pretty.

Oh man, Miz, ah m indisposed! Are you feeling better today? Gravity on a fucking vertical slope, dig, just a matter of time up in this motherfucker over here. Might be the ultra-nütrítíðüs pasta/DDP/sundae diet. OOC! Help!

this internet diary entry was writ by ivy you probably already pieced thet together

[journalwk]

ah do feel better now, thank you. Been avoiding work all day, which bothers me, but not avoiding work might bother me more--almost certainly would bother me more.

Ah dunno, man, sometimes we just gotta give in to our vices; other times, it does a soul good to resist. Everyone's gotta figure out which is which on their damn own. Sucks, it does.

Thanks for that deep shit, Yoda.--mza.