the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.
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7:03 p.m. + 2004-11-11 = stout out of can with corky-thinger in it.
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not entirely sure what is looming on the horizon in regards to the subject of my affection... so i just drink my stout out of can with corky-thinger in it; and type; and let paul westerberg croon through the kitchen's cdplayer; and watch the flickering, changing colours of a muted television beat against the adjacent-wall--the wall i face when at computer--of the entertainment unit; and think i should clean, but just keep drinking my stout out of can with corky-thinger in it and type.
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comments?? --->[thisaway]--->[[looks to me as though there are...]]---> 0 repercussions thus far
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