the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.
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9:57 a.m. + 2004-08-08 = this is what comes to me in the wee hours.
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the truck in front of me on my way to work this morning [3.00am CDT] had vanity plates that read "NOTYBOY." I imagine, since it was a meathead chevy truck with america bumperstickered sloppily all abouts its backside, that the owner wanted to convey the message "Naughty Boy."
at the final stoplight prior to I-35w southbound entrance, a glimmer of hope stirred within my dark&bitter thoughts [perhapsly-so due to overworking with unsweetened chocolate dayin-dayout].
maybe, just maybe!...
this truck belonged to a post-op transsexual... as in, "not Y boy." as in, double x-chromos. that would be splendid! and oh so clever!
but of course this wasn't the case.
and i followed america's golden "noty boy" all the way to Hiawatha/55, where I eventually turned left at 26th street and he carried on east.
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comments?? --->[thisaway]--->[[looks to me as though there are...]]---> 0 repercussions thus far
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