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[smellface]

ay ya yai. oh la la as well. i have to calm myself down. i guess that is why i started typing in the first place. i am going to try and do some fetish modeling...or something of the sort. i am trying to call everyone i can think of before the phone line is cut. shicks. not like i can afford it anyway with my negative balance bank acount. fuck. and cleaning my room is definitely in order. she has like a million tatoos. i just have bruises and hair....i hope that they like me. i hope i don;t chicken out. she said that it is ALWAYS a good idea to go with someone. oh man. i wish....i mean yeah, i will find someone. maybe just maybe mr. F will approve. snakes on a plane. i get it now. i think...i still haven;t seen this famous flick though. what am i doing just sitting here on the couch! i should be moving all around. i have fish in the fridge that needs to go. maybe i can mix up some tahini and make a wonderful fish fry. hmmmm. or marinade it in lemon. lime i mean. since that is all i have. ceviche is yummy, but i would need onions and jalapenos...and more cilantro because mine alllll wilted. i am pretty good at improvizing though. it just takes a little bit of time....and the pressure IS on. but oopsies. my watch is hanging from the master lock on the circut breaker closet. cupboard. whatever! it's hanging there along with the orange beaded bracelet my beloved aunt johanna brought back to me from china. Her company (BRENTHAVEN) used to made only in the good ol fucking US of A, but now there are sweatshops. just practice practice practice is all this bad grammar is about.

5.5.06
that was an old one. does live journal do that one? this morning is a morning without sleep. i mean...what time is it anyways.

have to get typing done?
which way did he go?
where did all these great jokes come from.
i will give you a hint.
the left side is the side where the salt is thrown.

outrageous.