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I guess you could just read the bold part if your too busy. you can also fuck off in that case.
kill bill 1 was an awesome movie. I'll watch vol. 2 when the woman from colorado returns with offerings to your holiness. The past day was spent in my usual routine for this break. 530-1030 A.M. work. 11-4or5 sleep. 530-12or later go out. rest of the night untill 530 watch movies on new digital cable. every now and then i shovel some food in my mouth but i really dont care about the way things taste anymore. I also watched lewis blacks broadway special tonight, that was wonderful. kaitlyn drove me around, down the block to hayleys. the details of the night arent that important. all you need to know is the people i saw were amanda, kaitlyn, kelly and hayley. I'm supposed to be getting payed tomorrow. doubtful. anyone who says anything bad about capitalism or major corporations has never had the joy of dealing with the bloody cunt rags i get to daily (no i didnt mean bloody like a fuckin british guy). I still don't have a cd player. today i don't think im getting my nap because i want to go to retropolis with hayley and probably buy nothing. actually slight interlude to go make some coffee. I still havnt finished the fountainhead. Ayn Rand you suck at building up suspence. If anyone feels like reading her symbolic ramblings that can be paraprased to make much more sense (and she does in the back) in one simple concise paragraph, please make sure a cash prize of some sort is involved. Its not that everything she says is horrible, its simply that she could make it so much clearer and more elaborate had she not tried to sell books by adding a story line.
When you enjoy something, you own it through saying "yes" to its request to enter your realm of enjoyment. So if I like a movie I watch, I then own it in my own way. That yes, and feeling is permanent, however. So feelings that change probably weren't truely there in the first place, simply a desire to have them.
There I just saved yourself 700 pages and 9 dollars. another pause to go get the coffee i made. ok im back to classic roast from my usual columbian. Durring the winter season I've been drinking my starbucks coffee with two sugars and a little bit of vanilla to bring out the warm caring spirit inside of me. who thinks its worked? haha. I called someone a bitch yesterday and some people found it shocking. believe me im pissed as hell at the goddamn shit. I can't remember someone managing to dig their roots down into my brain enough to make themself be attached to every goddamn thought that comes out of my mouth. its like when you get water in your ear. you like swimming, but you dont want the water around forever in your fuckin head. so who knows if im really cursing the lady, whos done nothing to deserve it, but i fuckin hate her thought i know that much. Brian and I argue in metaphor sometimes. I guess its just Texas in our blood.