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[mystarrules]

i have recently started diving into dangerous regions of my house where only dust bunnies, report cards, and nintendo power pads survive. so far i have come out quite victorious, recycling pounds of paper on a weekly basis and uncovering not only my sambas from age 14 (which means i can put off buying new shoes for another 7 years), but also my rollerblades from about the same era (thweeeeeet!). today i discovered a priceless picture of my father dressed in some jaw droppingly fantastic plaid pants and oversized tortise shell glasses. other then catching up on years of cleaning my days and nights have been rather quiet only broken up with a few choice outings where i walk away with stories spinning in my head of bottles smashing onto heads and punches being thrown resulting in bloody noses.

i am a supervisor again at tower records, translating into a raping of my soul five days a week. i am looking for volunteer work on my precious days off, any suggestions? if i don't go to school in the fall which looks like a very probable scenario i am seriously contemplating jumping into bike messanging because it would get me away from the four walls of customer service for a while and the hours alone with only a radio to keep me company could be really theraputic for some major soul mending.

take me to see batman begins again, please, so i can take notes on how to become the dark night. laugh at that remark and you will feel my revenge.