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First off, I have to say how much I love Billy Connoley,
before I forget. He was on Conan O'Brien and he just went
crazy with his kick ass, eccentric, crazy Scottish insanity.
I understand that he's in that Lemony Snickett movie. How
neat those Scots are, and how neat it is that I am almost
completely derived from the Scots, muhself. Yay. My Tartan is
green and blue. McDouglass 4 evah, bitches! WOO!
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More importantly, however, is the tragic death of Mr. Hunter
S. Thompson (author of "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas", and
"Where the Buffalo Roam"). I feel that he was perhaps the most
important counterculture/drug culture novelist in American history,
as well as one of the goddamn funniest and most descriptive writers
ever. I will certainly continue to mourn his suicide by re-reading
"Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas" and watching all the movies made
from his books continuously. This is a weak and conceivably half-assed
attempt at celebrating his life, but, what the fuck, I loved his stuff,
and this is how I do it. If you don't like it, I'm sure he wouldn't have
liked you either, so fuck off. If you sympathize, you're welcome to my
'grieving process'... you understand his understated 'genius'.
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Beth is coming this weekend... HAZAAAH! I'm so excited to see her, hopefully
she's staying with me. Either way, it will be scrumtrulescent to hang with her
for the first time in like 2 years. Hooowdy-hooooo!
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Late-night TV sucks ass. Not sleeping also sucks ass. Sleeping is good, not having
to stay up writing on Livejournal is good, too. Want to sleep. So bad, but strangely
not so tired. Oh boy, problems... infomercials have started! BAAAAAH!!!
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I missed SUBTLE tonight, and I feel bad. I wanted to see them super bad. Oh well, I
guess. Anyway... i dont know.
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before I forget. He was on Conan O'Brien and he just went
crazy with his kick ass, eccentric, crazy Scottish insanity.
I understand that he's in that Lemony Snickett movie. How
neat those Scots are, and how neat it is that I am almost
completely derived from the Scots, muhself. Yay. My Tartan is
green and blue. McDouglass 4 evah, bitches! WOO!
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More importantly, however, is the tragic death of Mr. Hunter
S. Thompson (author of "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas", and
"Where the Buffalo Roam"). I feel that he was perhaps the most
important counterculture/drug culture novelist in American history,
as well as one of the goddamn funniest and most descriptive writers
ever. I will certainly continue to mourn his suicide by re-reading
"Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas" and watching all the movies made
from his books continuously. This is a weak and conceivably half-assed
attempt at celebrating his life, but, what the fuck, I loved his stuff,
and this is how I do it. If you don't like it, I'm sure he wouldn't have
liked you either, so fuck off. If you sympathize, you're welcome to my
'grieving process'... you understand his understated 'genius'.
==============================================================================
Beth is coming this weekend... HAZAAAH! I'm so excited to see her, hopefully
she's staying with me. Either way, it will be scrumtrulescent to hang with her
for the first time in like 2 years. Hooowdy-hooooo!
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Late-night TV sucks ass. Not sleeping also sucks ass. Sleeping is good, not having
to stay up writing on Livejournal is good, too. Want to sleep. So bad, but strangely
not so tired. Oh boy, problems... infomercials have started! BAAAAAH!!!
================================================================================
I missed SUBTLE tonight, and I feel bad. I wanted to see them super bad. Oh well, I
guess. Anyway... i dont know.
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