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Nov 22, 2002 10:19

(standing on the beach with a gun in my hand-staring at the sea-staring at the sand- staring down the barrel at the arab on the ground....)
wouldnt we all love to hire robert smith to play the "stranger". killing an arab.

if anyone wants to get me the greatest present of all, i have wanted and borrowed and (forgotten to buy when im at various record stores) pined for the cure's 'staring at the sand' album. oh my oh my. i would love to own this cd. (hint hint) i dont have the funds to buy this.(cry cry)

i have decided it saves me money and makes me skinny if i dont eat breakfast. or lunch. in fact, the less i eat, the more i save. this is good thinking? poor people dont eat. i could buy food. but i hate going to the grocery store. the people there (at the hours i am able to go) are rather creepy.
i hate buying things like cereal and milk. and butter in a tub-because the stupid butter sticks dont spread anything but a hole in your toast.

coffee is genius.
i miss gunboat parties. especially ones that included various drunk people dancing to cure. (enter clark with his face slapping motion of side to side head movement).

i miss everyone. all the time. (especially you who are far)

heart you!
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