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*breathes deep in her frustration*
well, well, well..... it's official. i hate the irony of life. hate it so much i could crawl into a cave and hide for millions of years until i become fossilized and then scientists find me and they find out that there is still some dna left in my bones so they take a big needle and extract my genes and make a clone of me, but it is experimental and the first clone dies so they make another clone and it gets sick so they make yet another clone then the first clone gets better, but the second clone had a defect that made it able to father children so the clones breed and make an army of super clones that eventuall overthrow the soviet union and take over the planet earth as we know it.
i just got back from the memorial day parade. creepy dan was there. creepy dan saw me. creepy dan won't fucking leave me alone for a second.
sean, i guess, plays the tuba.
but the band never came back into the crowd, so i was left to stand alone with no nice person named sean, but a creepy stalker. story of my life. i simply stood without speaking while looking up at the steeple of south church. what a pretty sight...
there were homeless people in the parade. and a bicicle gang.
p.s.
i made some pastitsio. it was delicious.
well, well, well..... it's official. i hate the irony of life. hate it so much i could crawl into a cave and hide for millions of years until i become fossilized and then scientists find me and they find out that there is still some dna left in my bones so they take a big needle and extract my genes and make a clone of me, but it is experimental and the first clone dies so they make another clone and it gets sick so they make yet another clone then the first clone gets better, but the second clone had a defect that made it able to father children so the clones breed and make an army of super clones that eventuall overthrow the soviet union and take over the planet earth as we know it.
i just got back from the memorial day parade. creepy dan was there. creepy dan saw me. creepy dan won't fucking leave me alone for a second.
sean, i guess, plays the tuba.
but the band never came back into the crowd, so i was left to stand alone with no nice person named sean, but a creepy stalker. story of my life. i simply stood without speaking while looking up at the steeple of south church. what a pretty sight...
there were homeless people in the parade. and a bicicle gang.
p.s.
i made some pastitsio. it was delicious.