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organizing rampage 2004. the cleanage that is happening within these walls is astounding. no communication shall be had till my closets are aligned and the only thing remaining under my bed are vacuum imprints (and we all know how i love a good vacuum imprint). listening to 20 minute loop makes it easy. i do love this band like you love your cock and/or pussy.
cut up dirty mags, dried lemon rinds, unmarked cd-r's, empty water bottles, once read letters, half used gel pens, anime stickers, and other magical treasures waiting to be found within my cluttered domain. it is all mine and you can't have any.
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starr will be here on wednesday. i have not seen her since like easter of 92'... or a couple months. whatever. conversations with her over the phone have been kinda bitchy these last few weeks. the plan is to to be so overly sweet and ecstatic to her that she has no choice but to be the bubble of sparkly goodness that she usually is.
thanksgiving? oh it be on... this will be the second year that we go at it with just the 3 of us due to the entire family still fighting over my dead grandpa's money. he would be ever proud looking down on us all. --> fine with me. uncle steve can suck my cack. <-- starr and i were actually discussing ways we could off him and get away with it. ahahaha.
scary.
mum doesn't want to cook so she is having the whole dinner catered through some fancy smancy specialty store. whatever. it all tastes the same to me. dry (gorgeous, sexy!) turkey, lame stuffing, mashed potatoes, yamzzz, ick-filled pumpkin pie.
all i care about is the cranberry's. i demand those be made from scratch and be tart as fuck. just let me straddle a big gallon bucket of this deliciousness and i will fine fine fine.
i like that green bean shit too. i don't know what is in it, but it tastes friggin' good.
must restock my lemon beverage and return to the cleaning of all cleanings.
suck it dry.