A pencil full of poison lead

Jun 21, 2006 13:16

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headbangindrumr June 21 2006, 18:33:12 UTC
How often do you think about volume knobs?
(so now i hav to do this, quick wat hav i done that's embarrassing that people dont know)

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thecsus4 June 21 2006, 22:44:27 UTC
Not all that often. I was just thinking about how my stereo in my room has buttons and the one we had when I was little and still have in the basement has a volume knob. And I was wondering why and when they switched, since nothing had volume buttons fifteen years ago.

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ithinkofneal June 21 2006, 18:38:03 UTC
i really miss you right now and i dont know why...

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thecsus4 June 21 2006, 22:45:00 UTC
You are tremendously sketchy in some ways...

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ithinkofneal June 22 2006, 00:33:57 UTC
...i meant that in a non-sketchy way...i dont like being considered sketchy it freaks me out...when people say that it makes me really frightened of myself and i feel gross like maybe ive done something wrong...but i dont think i have...but i could be wrong...

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thecsus4 June 22 2006, 00:48:36 UTC
I meant sketchy in kind of a goofy way. Like, you say things that I know to interpret the silly, Ry way, but you could easily twist them and make them sound wicked weird. But you only say those things to people who know how to take them, so it's not a bad thing.

I really didn't mean to offend you. I'm sorry if I did.

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allymcle June 21 2006, 19:05:27 UTC
i know what you mean about the volume knob thing. sometimes i have to think back really hard to see if i actually did tell someone i was going to go practice my volume knob instead of my violin. and i can never remember. i try to play what i've said in my head and i never know if what i'm playing over is what i really said.

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yiddishchick June 21 2006, 21:53:46 UTC
i have no toe nails and i talk to people who aren't there too.

it's like we're meant to be.

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thecsus4 June 21 2006, 23:08:05 UTC
I actually got caught talking to people who weren't there a while ago. I was on top of Tippling Rock and I had the dog off the leash, so I was lying in the sun, having an audible conversation with myself in which both characters of the conversation were me, and I hear this rustling noise. I figured it was the dog. It was actually some random woman who was quite clearly freaked out.

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