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<<06.11.03 11:26>> i had this witty thing all laid out. however i told the entire thing to mimi which all of a sudden nixed the point. and i know it's a piss-poor excuse for not bangning something out of some sort of quality and substance but what the hell, sometimes you realize that even though you have cellulite creeping down your legs like Angel falls [the biggest/tallest/manliest waterfall in da world] maybe eating an entire 12 oz bag of crunch M&Ms isn't the worlds greatest idea. then you think, oh fuck it its 1130 at night and if i am reminded one more time that bridget fucking jones weighs less than me, nevermind kyo, i'm going to do something drastic, like, oh, i can't think of anything because my brain has turned into snail snot and SPEAKING OF WHICH i have no more conditioner. did have lots of nice girlie time with mimi, although tonight we were a bit more scrubby than girly but since the topic of masturbation was tossed around like an endive in a salad shooter [i.e. it was THERE and then it WASN'T....how mysterious..] we [or at least i] concluded that girlie time does not necessarily mean pink. so today i put on around 100 miles of running [i wish!] around in the car doing menail tasks and getting hopelessly lost on freeway entrance and exit ramps. also, this cost me in the ways of $15 for gas and $2.91 for a box of sugar, which pissed me off because i had to pay for it myself because the stupid cash machine in the gas station wasn't a wells fargo one and i was scared to put the card in [which wasn't even mine] because i had this horrible vision where the machine swallowed it, stuck out it's tongue at me, and then, in a grand display of mechaical wheezing and other assorted bruhaha, spat out shreds of the card in an infinite number of directions, thus scattering them to the Four Corners of the gas station and making me look like an idiot [plus the added bonus of finding myself in Big Trouble] So in the end of the day i would up driving home screaming at the people who kept flashing their brights in my mirrors for some unknow reason, while at the same time singing "Lose Yourself" simply because i know all the words and i like eminem because i'm a trashy loser, which explains the acute lack of Girly Stuff that adorns my person [a point personified today in the baggy pants and camo shirt, but who really cares ne?] also i found this neato request message board where the girl in charge is apparently on some of the finer crack of life, as she first sent me a blank file. Then she sent me Bara no Seidou, which i had requested. Then she sent me Bara no Seidou AGAIN and then apparently got distracted by something shiny because i have yet to recieve all that other lovely shibbyness that i requested, including the Kodocha Sana Raps album which would have provided me with untold hours of entertainment. i keep seeing gnomes. Justin has a gnome army with aparently nothing better to do in life then make aboslutely sure that i still have nerve endings in my stomach. Gnomes dual in the Full Monty. Gnomes are teleported to the moon in the Orbitz commercial. Gnomes travel the world in Amelie. I have one in my garage. I've been to the Free the Gnomes website. and it spoke to me. it made mass ammounts of sense. http://www.freethegnomes.com/ that is all. live free. like a bird. or a gnome -shuuuuuuuuuuuu - - This is the way we skip and skip, lalala, lalala - THE JUSTICE HOLE; STANDBY FOR SUPER CREDITS - |