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Apr 18, 2005 17:40

I walked into a door.

No really, I walked into a door last night (without the aid of inebriation!) and now my right arm is killing me. I left the door open because we were cooking and it was getting stuffy, I turned around and BAM! Door there! Ah hah, you wish to turn arond in a tight space, do you? WHAM! doorknob and protrudy locky-things for you! In your arm!

This post has absolutely no redeeming social or intellectual value

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Although being Sysiphus has some bizarre "haha, I defy you in your FACE, bizznitch!" appeal to it. My inner rebel without a cause is showing itself. As opposed to my emo wailing self which I keep locked up in the basement from whence it undoubtedly will break free and one day and write a scathing trilogy of books about it's horrible abuse and self-deprecating mocking at my cruel, inhuman, strangely bony hands.

In other words, I'm trying to understand philosophy, but existentialism is weird, and when Weird arrives, Silly and Easily Distracted come out to play.

I am far too malleable and easily influenced.

Ah, my stupid is pastede on. Yay.
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