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[siriusly_lennon]

So I'm trying to get used to the idea that posting on my journal doesn't mean I have to have some extraordinary piece of writing or deep insight into life to share with everyone, and that I can, in fact, write about whatever random thoughts are chasing each other around in my head...here's some that come to mind

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[eschatologies]

"One second pal"

When somebody calls you pals, and you're not pals, FUCK THAT.

To you, it sounded like pal, but to me it sounded like "fuckface." It was like, "One second, fuckPALface"

I was embarrassed, sullen, and downtrodden.

"No problem, Buddy."

I went with Buddy. I even did that little head-flip. As they say in wrestling, IT WAS ON TIL THE BREAK OF DAWN.

"I'll be right there, chief"

I'm not a chief. I'm not an Indian chief, I'm not the chief of police, I don't play for the Kansas City Chiefs. I'm not a chef, which is someitmes confused with chief on paper. I've done that, as you're writing you're just like, I'M DUMB.

[eschatologies]

The other day when Moony and I were in Best Buy and she was bartering over the sixth season of Buffy (which I'm not really sure exists because no store seems to have it)

Would you stop referring to me as a woman on this damn thing? The Snoots are going to read it and start catching on.

And you know I would so be up for a trip if I weren't already going to Guatemala and Ohio in the summer. But, maybe?

Hahaha I love the magazine, thanks. I will keep it secret, keep it safe over the weekend.

[safe_sax_player]

So I know you two have called me a snoot before, and I resented it. But obviously I'm not, because I know exactly what you're talking about.