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		Our box of wine from a few weeks ago seems to have turned� though I thought the point was that wine gets better with age. I offered it to many people through the night. I�m simply a magnanimous spirit. Saturday, Feb. 07, 2004 - 5:36 p.m. I can tell that you hate this. You hate it! Just admit it! You've hated it all along! I can hear your thoughts! Stop picturing me naked! Saturday, Feb. 07, 2004 - 5:33 p.m. And forget any lovin'. The last time we tried that, we ended up instead in an hour-long coughing fit. The closest we've gotten to intimacy is cuddling under a blanket while drinking a pot of tea. Saturday, Feb. 07, 2004 - 11:46 a.m. We like it when someone says squishy and cave at the sametime. It automatically makes me want to make out with the lips that said such a thing. Saturday, Feb. 07, 2004 - 11:42 a.m. I was in a horrible mood this morning, after receiving and refusing to look at a piece of mail from the DMV. For some reason, I was fairly certain they didn�t write just to see how I was doing. Friday, Feb. 06, 2004 - 7:44 p.m. I bet that dog has a brick of heroin stuffed up its ass, that's all I'm saying. Friday, Feb. 06, 2004 - 7:42 p.m. It then dawned on me what an amazing score that would be for any mother, to bring home a children�s icon. I mean honestly, like I said last night, had my mom fucked a Thunder-Cat, I might have cleaned my room. Friday, Feb. 06, 2004 - 8:24 a.m. Which brings us to the age old question - if a jonny falls in the courtyard and no one is there to see it, does it still make an embarrassment? Friday, Feb. 06, 2004 - 8:23 a.m. You see, I'd been so preoccupied with wondering what her scary hands must look like under those gloves that I never bothered to actually look at her scary, lifeless face and the way it hungrily stares at your head, obviously using x-ray vision to see the tender brains beneath. Friday, Feb. 06, 2004 - 8:18 a.m. Now, how would you feel if you had $175.41 a month taken away from you by someone who hates you? Friday, Feb. 06, 2004 - 8:16 a.m. Esteban pointed out last night that my entire television diet consists of almost all reality television. Or actually, he said �Your TiVo menu is like a summary of everything that is wrong with Republican America today!� Friday, Feb. 06, 2004 - 8:11 a.m. Watching this show resulted in me dancing around my room for an hour and reliving junior high in vivid detail. When Culture Club was on, J@ke came in, looked at the TV, and went, "what is this crap?" Friday, Feb. 06, 2004 - 8:10 a.m. We didn�t create this country in a bombastic fit of idealism: we had a meeting about it at some point, and forming a country was voted a cracker idea, and so we wrote a nice letter to the Queen and then everyone had tea. Friday, Feb. 06, 2004 - 8:08 a.m. Oh yes, it's official. I am now internationally acknowledged as an obsessive freak. Thursday, Feb. 05, 2004 - 10:23 a.m. NO ONE who lustily took home the cheesy softcore pr0n we had would ever admit that it was currently gathering a layer of dust next to a bunch of wadded up kleenexes on their nightstand. NO. Thursday, Feb. 05, 2004 - 10:09 a.m. Spend another year sentenced to an overly dramatic loony toon or cut your loses and find something better. I believe the scales were decidedly tipped. Wednesday, Feb. 04, 2004 - 7:17 p.m. I can understand believing, say, that Jesus is talking to you through your toaster. Hell, he may be; I�d listen to my toaster over Pat Robertson any day. Wednesday, Feb. 04, 2004 - 7:14 p.m. I mean, I don't like to disrespect officers of the law or anything, but that guy was a total cum stain. Wednesday, Feb. 04, 2004 - 11:19 a.m. At 11pm tonight, you can be sitting in your apartment wishing a different Simpsons were on and wondering if you really want that bowl of cereal, or you could come see some funny and enjoy an alcoholic beverage. Tuesday, Feb. 03, 2004 - 10:12 p.m. There are three endless rows of chairs on top of each other and an automated "Now Serving B0842 at number 36" loud-speaker. I totally felt like I was in the waiting room in Beetlejuice anticipating my meeting with the advisor to the dead. Tuesday, Feb. 03, 2004 - 10:10 p.m. When I found myself contemplating calling in sick, I managed to snap out of it and threw on some jeans that were only mildly disheveled, roller-taped the pet fur from a shirt, and left the house before I started the whole cycle over again. Tuesday, Feb. 03, 2004 - 10:08 p.m. I hope he�s not involved in some secret clown fetish or something. Because I don�t know if my fragile constitution could handle walking into the house and finding a 6 foot 2 clown standing in my bedroom, wearing gigantic shoes. Tuesday, Feb. 03, 2004 - 10:05 p.m. So this morning I received eleven valentines. My favorite hands down was from Lucy who with a paper plate, a brown marker, and two pink stickers shaped like a heart managed to make me suspect that I may just still have one myself, a heart that is. Tuesday, Feb. 03, 2004 - 10:05 p.m. figure I�d better do some work before I become a disordered mess of carbon atoms and teeth and the janitor sweeps me up. Tuesday, Feb. 03, 2004 - 10:02 p.m. I had a reputation to uphold as the Hottest Chick in the Bar! Tuesday, Feb. 03, 2004 - 9:59 p.m. I don�t know, laugh until there are tears again, as it confirms everything I�ve ever known: once a dork, always a dork. Tuesday, Feb. 03, 2004 - 10:38 a.m. I feel like I should do something this Spring Break. I never do anything. The only thing I did last year was get my wisdom teeth yanked out. That was a hoot and a fucking half. I bled for like six hours. Best Spring Break ever! Tuesday, Feb. 03, 2004 - 10:37 a.m. It's a boob! A boob on my tube! Hide the children! Hide the children from the robot-nippled boob! It will kill us all! Tuesday, Feb. 03, 2004 - 10:34 a.m. Today I had the pissiest ickiest day in a long time, and what made it better was a trucker whistled at me on the way home. I should have flashed my tits at him to thank him. Tuesday, Feb. 03, 2004 - 10:32 a.m. I must be working at the only male-dominated office on earth where the only people that watched the game yesterday saw it for non-sports-related reasons. Tuesday, Feb. 03, 2004 - 10:28 a.m. I did manage to self-diagnose myself with a mild form of manic depression the other night, based solely on listening to Loveline. Tuesday, Feb. 03, 2004 - 10:23 a.m. I tell you, if I was shooting junk on East Hastings, I�d want my skanky corpse to be unearthed from its dumpster by Dominic Da Vinci: this is true love. Monday, Feb. 02, 2004 - 6:28 p.m. Set fire to a plus sized clothing store in your town. One little known fact is that the term "plus size" is actually another word for "demon child." Monday, Feb. 02, 2004 - 6:25 p.m. Here's my theme song for the day. I think you know the tune. Ahem. "IT'S RAINING ASS. HALLEFUCKLA, IT'S RAINING ASS." Etc. Monday, Feb. 02, 2004 - 6:22 p.m. I swear, CrueChik hardly looked like she'd given birth a few hours before. I thought she was going to get up and walk out of the hospital with me. If she was a cast member of Baywatch, she'd probably be back on set today ready for her slow-motion shot. Monday, Feb. 02, 2004 - 6:19 p.m. Personally, I am not a huge fan of football unless (as I've previously stated) there is nudity. Monday, Feb. 02, 2004 - 6:18 p.m. Please feel free to put the word out that if anyone wants me to show up at their club and light my arms on fire I�ll totally do it. Monday, Feb. 02, 2004 - 6:13 p.m. It turns out Chiara is a filthy pirate fancier like me, so we had a vastly entertaining time talking to the television and squealing. Sunday, Feb. 01, 2004 - 9:27 p.m. With that I ran into my room and promptly locked the door. Ms. Innocence banged on the door and left me nasty Instant Messenger messages. I turned a deaf ear to her cries. Sunday, Feb. 01, 2004 - 9:23 p.m. Fuck it. Let's go have a cocktail. Sunday, Feb. 01, 2004 - 9:21 p.m. It's my belief that everybody has at least one object in their lives that is incredible breakable. Sunday, Feb. 01, 2004 - 9:14 p.m.
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