Wednesday, October 10th, 2001 | 3:19
Butane, Ferrous Butane

So I kicked my essay's ass, though you held it down.

Creepy thing is it was 666 words long. It's 3:30 in the am. I don't need to be kept up an longer by paranoia. (I told you it was evil.)


I have huge leg cramps. (And my back is kinda sore.)


After my last entry, I cried so well.


It was great to have a real conversation.


Bueller? .....Bueller?...........Bueller?

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