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So I'm back. But i was there.
look its god. he does live at the vatican:
. I've felt the need to announce it. god forbid my presence should go unnoticed. I’ve actually been back for a week but I’ve been too busy to announce it and throw a party for myself and buy a new wardrobe for the occasion.
I got all my shots on wednesday. jsut try and kill me. I'M INVINCIBLE. The nurses describe the aftermath of a tetanus shot like someone hit you in the arm with a metal baseball bat. you know I could probably get someone to hit me in the arm with a metal baseball bat without paying money and driving to palo alto. And why do i get tetanus shots while the impoverished people of africa don't and I don’t even want them? I finished the mural. Its ok. Suzie lascola is the bane of my mural's existance. I’m making some money. Not enough. Stupid gas prices. Stupid war. Stupid petroleum dependency. Stupid lack of financially plausible and pragmatic alternatives. I went schwimming. I got mad at an old lady. I read threeee books. I got a letter from mr. eaton. I pushed some important college papiers into a pile and ignored them. I visited sarah’s bakery and drew up a loose plan for hostile takeover (and feasting. You know they make pesto and melted brie sandwiches). I've seen twoo (is that not the most unphoenetic spelling of a word ever?)movies (while going bird watching. we found a pigeon and a very shitty fountain. you know its shitty when they have to paint the inside of it blue). I went bowling. I played monopoly. I've gotten a lot of tacos and jamaba juice and thai chicken pasta and crepes. I made pancakes and set off fireworks... at the same time. (you'd think it takes a lot of coordination, which clearly i dont posess when I'm 9 hours ahead... or jsut in general. But we didn't get arrested so it must have worked). I thought i was adjusted to the time, but then I woke up at 5 am with my clothes on (well sort of, my skirt was up around my neck. which is why i'm thinking of giving up clothes because i dont know what agendas they have and I'm not that comfortable with them eating me in my sleep) and the lights were all on and my computer. I got very upset at birth control pills. That’s all.
look its god. he does live at the vatican:
. I've felt the need to announce it. god forbid my presence should go unnoticed. I’ve actually been back for a week but I’ve been too busy to announce it and throw a party for myself and buy a new wardrobe for the occasion.
I got all my shots on wednesday. jsut try and kill me. I'M INVINCIBLE. The nurses describe the aftermath of a tetanus shot like someone hit you in the arm with a metal baseball bat. you know I could probably get someone to hit me in the arm with a metal baseball bat without paying money and driving to palo alto. And why do i get tetanus shots while the impoverished people of africa don't and I don’t even want them? I finished the mural. Its ok. Suzie lascola is the bane of my mural's existance. I’m making some money. Not enough. Stupid gas prices. Stupid war. Stupid petroleum dependency. Stupid lack of financially plausible and pragmatic alternatives. I went schwimming. I got mad at an old lady. I read threeee books. I got a letter from mr. eaton. I pushed some important college papiers into a pile and ignored them. I visited sarah’s bakery and drew up a loose plan for hostile takeover (and feasting. You know they make pesto and melted brie sandwiches). I've seen twoo (is that not the most unphoenetic spelling of a word ever?)movies (while going bird watching. we found a pigeon and a very shitty fountain. you know its shitty when they have to paint the inside of it blue). I went bowling. I played monopoly. I've gotten a lot of tacos and jamaba juice and thai chicken pasta and crepes. I made pancakes and set off fireworks... at the same time. (you'd think it takes a lot of coordination, which clearly i dont posess when I'm 9 hours ahead... or jsut in general. But we didn't get arrested so it must have worked). I thought i was adjusted to the time, but then I woke up at 5 am with my clothes on (well sort of, my skirt was up around my neck. which is why i'm thinking of giving up clothes because i dont know what agendas they have and I'm not that comfortable with them eating me in my sleep) and the lights were all on and my computer. I got very upset at birth control pills. That’s all.