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Jan 31, 2005 21:03


Copy the LAST line of the LAST entry each month...for your entire journal.
Put them together and form a paragraph.

I dont like Paris Hilton. SOMEONE bettter write something or im getting rid of this journal.Except that Im back in Oneonta and I have no roommate."I already made like infinity of those at scout camp. Now, those were the days. If i had a nickel for everytime I said nigger over the past 3 days, I would be fucking rich. We rented Napolean Dynomite, went to Lights on the Lake, and looked for a gingerbread making kit in which we were unsuccessful. I hate Christmas Music.it was so weird. Not only that, but im going to leave obscene messages on the windows with manjuice.Give me some ideas where i can buy cool, cheap shoes.Stirrup pants. My sister got my boots all dirty because shes a god damn drunk.I hate this city. i love you, ryan. t should be a good weekend.and yodas probably going to be working, so im most likely gonna be spending a lot of time with the oldies eating pumpkin pie. PS- God hates me.
Ok, I did that wrong, but Im keeping it becasue it sounds funny. Heres what it should be: I dont like Paris Hilton.If i had a nickel for everytime I said nigger over the past 3 days, I would be fucking rich.Give me some ideas where i can buy cool, cheap shoes.what a fucking weird couple of days though...i miss you fuckers. and will of course. i miss that kid. im a pathetic loser. its been forever since we did that. i think its about high time i pop another zoloft or 2 and get over it and stop sulking and feeling bad for myself and taking things out on people that really dont deserve it (victoria, alex, my mom, my sister...) i just dont know. oh god big evil how i love you .,ahahahaa. there was this giant on the other team that i was scared of.20. If you could change something in your life right now, what would it be: a car.another uneventful day/week/month in glorious rome new york.hence no entries...thats about it for now..yesterday was not my day.
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