i still don't know what you mean.
live journal died sometime in december 2005... but i still use it.
fuck you downtown furniture outlet, i the voice of the lady on your commercial on khiz
her: sorry, what's your name?
me: ...
her 2: i don't think he's paying attention.
her: or he forgot his name.
her 2: yeah, he does that sometimes.
i don't think she ever found out my name.
no one uses land line telephones anyway.
and then mrs. cuningham cut out her own fucking tounge.
self inliction, self mutilation... usually this means that the patient has transcended the physical self.
fuck you downtown furniture outlet, i the voice of the lady on your commercial on khiz
her: sorry, what's your name?
me: ...
her 2: i don't think he's paying attention.
her: or he forgot his name.
her 2: yeah, he does that sometimes.
i don't think she ever found out my name.
no one uses land line telephones anyway.
and then mrs. cuningham cut out her own fucking tounge.
self inliction, self mutilation... usually this means that the patient has transcended the physical self.