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I love when life plays out like a short story. About a month ago I was on campus and I was sitting in class feeling especially thirsty. Maybe it was the sausages wrapped in pancakes I had for breakfast. Or because the Santa Ana's were decidingly dry that day. Or maybe it was simply the fact that liquid had not touched my mouth for quite some time. ( Read more... )

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Passage from Alcohol and Culture (David G. Mandelbaum ( Read more... )

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So remember yesterday when I posted that entry about not being able to do shit.
I took an old work out tape and made it into what I go through.
Hear it.

I hate myself sometimes ( Read more... )