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I suppose i spend too much time with fantasy soulmates than actually approaching potential real ones, but is it really so self pitying for me to be dissappointed that i slept alone on St. Patrick's day when i wore my Mooney family reunion 1996 t-shirt with the "post-modern" (Mr. Kelly called it that once in high school) clover on it? I had Irish whiskey and greenery to share with anyone who had any irish in them, and if they didnt they could have some of mine. Do people understand that this is the best solution I have against being an asshole? THIS IS ME SHOWING INTEREST IN PEOPLE. I WANT FRIENDS JUST LIKE YOU. I'm trying, i swear to god.
So I was writing and shit in my room and i hear this beeping sound outside. I open the door and thick grey smoke billows in. Through the haze i see 4 foot flames dancing out of one of our trashcans/ash trays. Turns out I lit the building on fire. The down side of this is that I probably have to pay for a new carpet, assuming the melted plastic never comes out. The up side is that the smoke was so pervasive that everyone in my building knows some jackass almost burnt this motherfucker down, and if there's anything that keeps college from stealing your soul and replacing it with those white privelage versions you can pick up at IKEA, its burning this motherfucker down. Also, when people not in my suite started asking me about the fire I tell them this really quiet kid named Damian is in our suite and is a pyromaniac. I'd want to be friends with Damian i think.
Speaking of Damian, I finally saw Rosemary's Baby, and it is in the best horror movie ever category with Shining, Psycho, and The Omen. It's probably cliche, but Mia Farrow is so fucking hot. If I could be in any scene it would either be from 1984-88 Brooklyn hip hop scene or the 1960 and 70s Paramount/Warner Bros/Columbia new wave cinema scene. I guess thats probably too broad.
Motor Skills: its awesome that you are not wasting lots of time on the ole 1's and 0's, but I wish id get to talk to you occasionally so i knew if you hated me. April 15th is the first weekend i dont have a shoot, and i guess plan tickets are a lot less expensive when you buy them early so my dad wants to know if that's when id be visiting you. I want to know if thatd be cool.
Danny Choi, you are so cool man. Lets hang this summer.
So I was writing and shit in my room and i hear this beeping sound outside. I open the door and thick grey smoke billows in. Through the haze i see 4 foot flames dancing out of one of our trashcans/ash trays. Turns out I lit the building on fire. The down side of this is that I probably have to pay for a new carpet, assuming the melted plastic never comes out. The up side is that the smoke was so pervasive that everyone in my building knows some jackass almost burnt this motherfucker down, and if there's anything that keeps college from stealing your soul and replacing it with those white privelage versions you can pick up at IKEA, its burning this motherfucker down. Also, when people not in my suite started asking me about the fire I tell them this really quiet kid named Damian is in our suite and is a pyromaniac. I'd want to be friends with Damian i think.
Speaking of Damian, I finally saw Rosemary's Baby, and it is in the best horror movie ever category with Shining, Psycho, and The Omen. It's probably cliche, but Mia Farrow is so fucking hot. If I could be in any scene it would either be from 1984-88 Brooklyn hip hop scene or the 1960 and 70s Paramount/Warner Bros/Columbia new wave cinema scene. I guess thats probably too broad.
Motor Skills: its awesome that you are not wasting lots of time on the ole 1's and 0's, but I wish id get to talk to you occasionally so i knew if you hated me. April 15th is the first weekend i dont have a shoot, and i guess plan tickets are a lot less expensive when you buy them early so my dad wants to know if that's when id be visiting you. I want to know if thatd be cool.
Danny Choi, you are so cool man. Lets hang this summer.