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Yeah. Stoned-Night-Off. Gooood deal.

I just do NOT get the Michael Jackson thing. I could hear Pete's mom ranting about it in Italian in the background while we were on the phone tonight, heheheh. They CHANGED his appointment for tomorrow..to, like, NINE am (*recoils in horror*) -- and he knows there is liek, the proverbial snowball's chance in hell for me to..but we cemented other things. The rules are: a) see each other physically for at least ONE nice long 8+ hour get-together within at least a two-week period, and b) talk on the phone at least three times a week. If I can't manage THAT..well, shame on me.

And hahahahahaha...Raz has gotten the idea to take like, millions of pictures of Pete's basement and put them on a website. OMG, how hilarious. Pete is trepidacious about letting our world get kinda all out there and stuff, but I think it is a hilarious idea. Raz wants to do like, a, 'Virtual Tour'-type-thing. It is a total time-capsule. And he took loads of pics of the Magic Village..hehehe..He HAS to get pics of the urinal stall with all the Madonna pics in it, hehehehehehe. I can't stand it. Hilarious.

Woke up late, AGAIN, tonight. Utterly ignored any/all phone messages. They can wait. Did NOT go to see Teh Man. He is pretty much the same, anyway, they said...No change. Got the important stuff done, though; like the grocery shopping and laundry..and the getting-stoned. I *am* a responsible person. You all know that. But it was just necessary.

Nicked from ffarff..

(x) - you've done
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Yes, bored. Very bored.

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I *have* to find a picture editing program that actually works..that does what I want..I can't stand this crap any longer. So many pictures that I am saving and can never do ANYTHING with. Dammit.

ETA: See what I mean? Looks like crap.

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I really hate the feeling that I've pissed someone off, and don't quite know the reason why.

In eight to ten minutes, there will be strawberry turnovers. And much rejoicing.

Ebay is a frustrating place, full of temptation and longing.

Okay, I'll stop posting, now.

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Happy Birthday, Denise, wherever you are. I won't forget; despite what you turned into. LSD tennisballs 4evahomgwtfbbq.

Just a weird day. Too open, like..all raw and shit. Tried and tried to sleep, but kept just thrashing and rolling around, having weirdnesses bother me. Mental-like stuff. Worries and stories and aberrations and long-lost things broken open, again. The sea is at low-ebb, I think. Yay, Bell Jar. I'd better build that wall back up again before the high tide rushes in and drowns me, you know? Heh.

I haven't even called the hospital, yet. Or Pete. Uh..must get on that. Right.

Hot as hell today. The air just hangs stubbornly still; yellowy and thick, like. Some Amish woman came to the door, selling sugar peas, but I had no cash at hand. I most likely have two new admits tonight, so I best get my ass in gear.

Exercise is good. Especially crunches; they help my back. Build strength in ALL things. Work on it. Work on it. Work on it.

I really miss Gaya. That whore understands everything.

Blah, blah, blah, blah.

Well, shit.

Called the hospital.

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Oh, whatever. Surprise, surprise.

indiwise is emotionally distant.

I bet no one's surprised that you never post your current mood. In fact, I bet most of your friends are so sick of you locking them out of your life that they hate you behind your back. Shame.

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