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Sep 10, 2005 02:13

twelve messages. not for me. blinking. blinking forever. tommorw should be sweet and sweaty.

im on the prowl for a pet, potentially feline.

twenty second birthday soon. i called my mom the other day and mentioned how old i felt. "im gonna be twenty three ma..crazy". she probably thinks i smoke crack. but i was convinced i was turning twenty three. but her math is legit. so twenty two it is. funny.

i need some coverings for my new walls. something stimulating.

i feel guilty when i stop petting my old dog. he stands there, swaying on his two good legs, just asking for me to scratch his face.

if i had a furry face, id want someone to scratch the hell out of it.

four tet september fifteenth! rock my fucking face off. mono is coming too. do i want to see them too?

nite nite termite.
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