My livejournal's in a coma.

Fuck livejournal.

I had a dream an old man wanted pickles wrapped.

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I know I'm not the only misanthropic philanthropist.

I miss some people.

Sometimes I find myself going back through livejournal history only to become sad, angry, and regretful. But tonight I looked back upon my own livejournal seeking to find something else. These are some comments that made me smile. Not to say they're the only ones that did..( Cheese )

<3

Working (having a job) puts me in better spirits.

Even if some customers are cunts.

I love seeing you there.

Thanksgiving. We'll celebrate an Anti-Thanksgiving.

I miss.
I don't know.
I'm confused.

And I think my brother and dad taught me how to play Poker.

My dad won.

Happy Thanksgiving.