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in a nutshell. more of an acorn, really...
i ate an acorn once. they're orange inside. this is my "i'm a lazy bum so i'm going to stall writing more by writing a fluff entry" face. mrah. so i'm upstairs again. go ahead and ask me how my mom fixed the internet, i dare you.
so i went to cali. i got more tan in two days at atlantic city than two weeks in cali. my friends aren't "sun" people. it's cool. we are people of the night. ::hisses, flaps cape:: i'm reading again. what's more i'm writing again. this quote thing is getting out of hand. oh well i'm crazy and it's simply better-documented now. and they're so much fun to read again. i'm helping people all over realize just how funny they are.. especially taken out of context.
lesson of the summer: look at what i am:
You beautiful tropical island you! What's worse is you know it! Certainly, it's not your fault you're little, not to mention secluded, or that everybody loves you and nobody knows you. How sad. It's the life you lead when born as a self-righteous star. Don't worry they've got a highway to you now, and the motherland took care of that beastie monarchy that just wanted to rape you of your riches. Bring on the Business Men. ~~~~~ and a final thought from rumandmonkey.com... We are corporate whores:
[link: Amazon US] Buy. Buy. FIN. 2:18 p.m., Monday, Jul. 26, 2004 |
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