"Do I contradict myself? Very well, I contradict myself. I am vast. I contain multitudes." -Walt Whitman

:malicious user:

Saturday, January 24, 2004

god shuffled his feet and smirked.

the sound of my own sneezing, wheezing, and nose blowing

i am sick.

sick like a dog.

death warmed over.

there will be no blogworthy blogging this evening.

except to say that i got the boxspring back.

the damned thing doesn't fit up the stairs.
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i used to be disgusted. now i try to be amused.
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