Don't stop get it get it. (as heard on the Ipod commercial). <-sticker.

[mr_funkyphresh]

I feel kinda funky right now. Especially since I just got my graduation gift from the dad, hp laptop computer. I haven't worked out the kinks yet, so I'm still typing this on his desktop. I was supposed to work with Paul today in Seguine, but apparently the dumpster he rented hasn't arrived yet. He sounds so funny on the phone, he left me a message

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[_sepiatonelove]

Wow, I had no idea that was what happened to Paul. Hmm... one of those things that makes you pause, think, and stop bitching. Hooray poker! See, being self-destructive can pay off sometimes... though usually it bites you in the bum.. oh well. Sorry bout the loan situation, not fun. I could give you some old beanie babies, maybe they're considered collectors' items..? If all else fails, sell your liver on the black market. Anything for a good education, aye?

[losthearts]

Katherine told me that kids @Tech used to sell their plasma.

You can do it every two days. And there were all of these crack whores and like drug money-needers there all the time.

. . . and she of course did it too. :]

Good luck.

Just work at Sonic. You've got straight teeth and a nice face, you'll make billions in tips! Straight teeth = your ticket out of here.

[mr_funkyphresh]

I think I might have a chip on a tooth...
You aren't implying anything about Katherine are ya??

[losthearts]

Pshaw.

Not implying . . . imploding.

[youreveningstar]

beaaaaaaaaaaaach!