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Saturday, December 3, 2005

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hi.

INSULT OF THE DAY!!!

You were born in a pickle jar. You were lightly sauteed in a spaghetti pot for a year, and then no one ate you. You now live in a dumpster and get more covered by trash every day. You haven't seen the light of day in years. Your midlife crisis was when a cat came in and ate your ear, the crispiest part of your now soggy body. Your best friend is a lump of mold that was once a banana peel. The sad thing is, it can't even talk, yet you speak to it.

You named your dumpster Freddie. You've momentarily forgotten the banana peel's name. it will come back to you.

When it snows, you sing sad songs about your past, being fried in a pot and all. you don't like the Bee Gees.

You just got covered in another jug of spoiled milk. Gross. You sigh and curse Freddie for--NICHOLAS! That's right. That's the banana peel's name. Anyway, you--

That's gross. Who collects their crap in a bag and dumps it into a dumpster? Oh. It's dog crap. Look. They threw away the pooper scooper, too.

OH MY GOD IT"S A COMPLETELY CLEAN POPSICLE STICK! CODE RED! CODE RED, ALERT! THIS IS NOT A DRILL! I REPEAT, THIS IS NOT A DRILL! TAKE COVER! EXCEPT FOR THE BAG OF DOG CRAP, IT NEEDS TO--YEAH,THAT! Okay, that's kinda gross....ALERT OVER!

I have an overactive subconscious. Remind me to have that looked into.

I was watching the twilight zone. Very Stephen King. It was about a homicidal guitar. It was actually quite interesting...and yet depressing....because if you wanna become a guitarist, you better not pick up one of them homicidal guitars--or you'll be a one-hour sensation before you die tragically--young and cool.

Like--James Dean (or whoever that dude who stars in rebel without a cause is.) He died young. He will be forever amazing. Because he never got ugly. Or old. Or anything.

Which is why suicide is glamorized so much.

Well, my mother is screaming at me. I'd better go.

Latah.
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