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Another March Break and I am destined to spend it trudging through the valley of excruciating boredom. ----- This afternoon, I played Solitaire for three hours. I would have done something else, but I didn't have anything else to do. ----- relaxing decompressing depressing ----- Is it ok if I just sit and feel my teeth rot? ----- Mechanically looking for red sevens, my mind started to wander. It wandered to the point where I could be arrested. It has been brought to my attention by my conscience that the things I think are so twisted, they belong on the national news. For my physical security, and the mental security of everyone else, I'll keep them to myself. ----- Are you all ready for a statement that will screw me over in the end? ----- Uh, no. ----- I'm missing my anchor. ----- Mr. Christie, you make God cookies. ----- There's never anything sewn. ----- Thanks for the goodbokreadbooks. I still don't have a final definition for "keeb." ----- Now go fuck yourself ----- I'm just a little tired of anything I've ever seen before. ----- Derek planted the gooseberry bush. ----- Smile. ----- Asking For It ----- Doll Parts (Jaguar) ----- You've Got No Right (All Apologies) ----- Just run with it. Run, boy, run. Fetch me those scissors. ----- Someday, Isis, someday now. ----- Bad skin, doll heart. ----- Fainting in traffic is a sure way to gut your friends. ----- Do you ache like my shoulder? ----- Oh, Grampa! ----- Inhale my body. ----- I dreamt about�those scary things. Not as scary for me as the people I see. ----- I have been singing intentionally off key for the past two hours. I don't think it's doing me much good. ===== scrape |