I know, I know, you ask yourself this question at least twice a day, I have decided to tell you.

Playing with Fire

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Half an hour more before I get on a bus and ride it for twelve hours. I'll be one sleepy kitty by the end of it.

I'll see you in Port Angeles on Sunday, World!

Goodnight.

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You'll die in a Bar Fight.

You are the angry type when drunk, and you can't help but be violent towards perfect strangers. Unfortunatly for you one of those strangers is a kung fu master.


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The latest edition of "Things that make Madeline a Sad-Panda ( Read more... )

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Hey hey to everyone who still reads this.

I'm super...

I got woken up at 6:00 this morning when someone pulled the fire alarm...

Whheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.....

It's snowing again. For the last week and a half it snows, then melts, then snows, then melts....
Make up your MIND!

I had another nightmare again ( Read more... )

I’ve been having terrible, disgusting dreams lately. Once I woke up gagging. They’ve ranged from a woman getting graphically cut in half by an enormous filing cabinet, to a man eating a fresh dog poop ice cream cone. Last night I dreamt that my roommate hate a stroke, thought my hand was a tasty piece of fried chicken, bit a chunk out of it, ( Read more... )

I had more fun getting an appendectomy than I have on the weekends around here.

... No, no... I'm just bitter because I don't have friends like I do back in Port Angeles.

Oh well...

I'm going to go read Dr. Faustus and do some other homework.