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Its time again for some late night introspection!!! That is partially due to the fact that I cannot sleep and also because I have to admit that I miss shitting all over my one special web page. I am still under the impression that life is a beautiful and wonderful thing (though I haven't known anything else). That is, to say, I have no complaints. Even if I could change things about the world, then I'd probably make it worse. Taking away the violence and antagonists would somehow throw things off. I find myself in some weird little nook where I'm not good enough to say, "I'm good!" but also I'm not bad ass enough to say, "I'm bad!" I have a problem with both ends of the spectrum I think. The holy perfects and the sinister diobolicals both have the same unappealing stature.
I remember that when I was in high school a lot of people thought that I was a snob. I think that was because I had a problem with profuse armpit sweat and I tried to conceal the ring of liquid stink. Maybe my shoulders were hunched and people thought that I didn't want to talk to them because I was too pissed off. I remember that, for a few months, I would take wads of paper towels and cradle them in my armpits to absorb the saline solution. It was very uncomfortable.
Then I discovered Dry-Sol, which is aluminum chloride or something. Aluminum is bad for the brain because it makes you forget things. But I still remember the joy that it injected into my teenage years.
I really need a damn roomate. Are you interested? Call me, 404.702.8792
I remember that when I was in high school a lot of people thought that I was a snob. I think that was because I had a problem with profuse armpit sweat and I tried to conceal the ring of liquid stink. Maybe my shoulders were hunched and people thought that I didn't want to talk to them because I was too pissed off. I remember that, for a few months, I would take wads of paper towels and cradle them in my armpits to absorb the saline solution. It was very uncomfortable.
Then I discovered Dry-Sol, which is aluminum chloride or something. Aluminum is bad for the brain because it makes you forget things. But I still remember the joy that it injected into my teenage years.
I really need a damn roomate. Are you interested? Call me, 404.702.8792