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Monday, January 16, 2006


   grrrr
Ok the only thing remotely near skill that I have is poetry, and I'm currently dueling with my muse for a skimpy piece of paper (grrawl) our dog, MOMS DOG NOT MINE actually, tore up da house,left his wee excrement all over da place, and who gets to clean? MOI! because mom is at work sticking people with needles and laughing at their pain as we all good well know we do deep inside.the dog woke me up, allowing me only 5 hours of sleep, makign em very irritable at the moment. I wrote a poem a bit ago in math class, well, took me literacy too, but I wound up with a sucky full page of mushy s**t. As soon as I can salvage the paper from behind my paneling in my room (where I hide powtry that is small enough to go there, I didnt think to put it in my lufferly locked file cabinet, dunno why. J00 peoples shalt see it.
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