Once again, I'm heading off to the Big H on the 22nd, that is if Hurricane Fay doesn't leave behind a trail of power outages, roofless houses, and swimming cars. She seems dismal though and I'm not worried. I mean, her name is Fay. (Fay la fea)

What's coming up is sure to be a doozy. Knowing what to expect is both a blessing and a curse. Be as it ( Read more... )

Chloe: When I talk, do I sound like I have deaf voice?

Mom: Yeah. A little.

God: Hahahaha

Chloe: I can hear you.

God: Fuck.
...I mean, What?...

With everything that is wrong in this horrible, wretched, twisted world, Dr. Frank has left Dr. Wolfe's office. Such devastating news for my fragile state. Dr. Wolfe always has young interns working with him for about a year or so, and Dr. Frank's time has run up.

As silly as it sounds, I am truly heartbroken. He was my #1 Crush, and the only thing ( Read more... )

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Last week I was instructed to start eating 4 fruits a day. It's a lot harder than you may think. Regardless, I have developed a completely new tutti-frutti outlook on life, from nutrients and natural sugars alone.

Basically, I feel REALLY GOOD, and for that matter, the song Pure Imagination, from Willy Wonka has been in my head, endlessly playing ( Read more... )

I watched Nazi/Hitler documentaries all day on the History Channel today, alongwhile reading Fudge-a-mania by Judy Blume.

Not only did Hitler take part in a mass genocite, dominate most of Europe and parts of Asia and Africa, while secretly carrying syphilis, but Sheila Tubman is Queen of Cooties and Fudge's Uncle Feather is a bird.

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Happy Anniversary, baby.

I would've gotten you something, but you've already taken everything away.

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Screw you, fucker.

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Aaran's convinced me to start a Flickr, just like he convinced me to start a Facebook, years ago. Honestly, I don't even remember what happened with that. I think I lost my email or password or something. Ah, no, it was my ( Read more... )

Two weeks ago I did a semi-sad thing.

I realized it was time to move on, and parted ways with my stereo. It hasn't been put to use in almost a year. It's a poor ol dusty lonely fool. I gave it to my aunt. Hopefully with her, it will be played as often as it had before, with me - even if it consists of mostly Luis Miguel albums.

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On Monday I shall be returning to my second home, The Big H, to see my second family, Wolfe & THe Gang. As long as I'm out before or on my birthday (This gives me 9 days), then it's all good. And if my prescriptions for painkillers comes along with a daily dose of Dr. Frank, then things will be even better.

Everything's become so routine, it's as ( Read more... )