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| munkysaurus (profile) wrote, on 6-4-2004 at 1:32am | |
| Subject: I loaded my shotgun with eminems, and proliferated his ass with chocolaty goodness... |
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| Um, dearest and...deepest?, Mr. J. My love life is a like a Offspring song. Go ahead listen to one. Yep, that's right. Pretty fucked up in a shrieked, grab your balls octave kind of way. I don't understand girls. I don't think they understand themselves. It's like, bigotry aside, over there in a shady corner, off, off you go, girls act like they know everything about another. Now, that may be a opinionated, biased statement. It's true though. They walk into shit like they're the calrone. That's fuckin' right, I said it, Calrone! But, the unoffended, I assure you. Guys are no better. Eh, whatever, fuck you, fuck me, apethy. *Insert another interjection It's kinda funny. I've been thinking this shit for three weeks and I finally decided to bitch about it. And what do I get, a incoherent, hardly close piece of bowel release. I've only kept a handful of contacts since I've been out of school. And now they're fading on me. I guess that's just one of the cards in the Milton Bradley game. And I know I'm really touchy, feely with the past. But, fuck, who am I going to have left? Just a pen, pencil, and a scrap of paper. "She's" gone. Mandy's lost interest. Ryan's moving to New Orleans. Corina was never close to me. Tara, either, besides the fact that we have some kind of awkward tension between us. Work sucks, getting bitchy and itchy. If you don't know what I mean by that. Go see for yourself. Bitchy and itchy. Geh, oh well... Time to go shoot me some sheep-age. Nighty, Dustin |
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Jaganshi | 06-09-04 6:22pm I loaded my shotgun with eminems, and proliferated his ass with chocolaty goodness...
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