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buddy lists are the queerest things evar. i mean i am sitting here looking at these clever "alias'" of people i know and "know" and i really know that just like me they are also sitting in front of a computer, with no life (like me) - typing, and typing is just a whole other subject, like we are all programed to type. no one takes it into consideration on where the keys are or anything. it's fucking HUMAN INSTINCT. it's like the other day at work i was writing notes down in my worker's guide thing and i was mesmerized by my penmenship. fucking seriously. i was just writing. and it was my instinct. like fucking something basic in the universe. fucking programmed. like a fucking human robot technicolor disaster. i could not stop looking at my pen. the way the ink flowed on the paper. the sheer poetry of my writing. and i was writing about re-rates. instant messages. dear god. losers at home talking to their cyber miscreant soon to be known sidekicks.
i'm leaving at 12pm to seattle tomorrow.
i'm leaving at 12pm to seattle tomorrow.