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Monday, August 1, 2005


ulvjgieluvqegqi the chickren is round...
It’s Sunday night.
I realize that I have such a pathetic life while watching oceans eleven on one of our 4 lame TV channels. My stomach hurts and I’m wondering if I try to train ryhorn to level 42 while also using training rayquaza at the same time which is also about to go up a level and learn hyper beam…which attack should I learn it over? Well it sounds like my parents are fucking but I know they aren’t because not only are they middle aged but also hate each other- so I guess they’re fighting. Its that time of the month for me again…no, I’m a man so its not a period…its actually a part of the month where I get overly sexually active- trust me when I say its hard to control myself, If I had a woman then I know I would make her very, very happy at this time.
I ran out of clutch lead so now I’m writing in blue pen. Oooh they’re playing Clair de Lune on TV. I’m not sure if Kasi still loves me but I remember she was writing a story by the same name -after I introduced her to the song- where we were the main characters, it was actually quite pleasant reading.
She isn’t anymore, I believe.
I often write q instead of p and what was the other one? Well I also write O’s and 0’s like 6’s because I don’t cross them properly so people tend to think I’m the devil when I write my number down as 0724 666 955 instead of 0724 000 955. Also I’m sure I’m not egotistical but I do inflict emotional pain on myself by driving those I think care for me away. I considered asking this female assistant at the art shop if she wanted to go to a movie last night- just as a friend…but naturally I was too chicken shit to do it. Did you know that for some bizarre reason I always write the letter “I” in capital form when writing by hand?
As a closing statement I wish to inform you all that I am drunk but I have considered going further. Also don’t preach that what I’m doing is wrong because I can do whatever the fuck I want with my life- I told that to my father earlier today. But don’t drink or do drugs- its bad for you, just look at me and you’ll see why…oh crap, walker fucking Texas Ranger is on! It’s enough to make me want to jump in front of a moving lawn-mower…
I wanted to say some more but since nobody is going to read this nor comment, its quite futile to say anymore. I hope I’m not sobering up…

-J-

P.S. Anna, you can kick my arse as much as you want, I think its fat enough to absorb as much punishment as you can dish out.

P.S.S. because of the nature of this letter I assume that some will find it offensive so please feel free to use the comment box as a complaint box temporarily or even permanently…its all up to you.

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