Thursday, April 12th, 2001 | 00:11
oooh, i got one down my backie

Is it too clich´┐Żed to say I want to die?

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I was in a flower store with my mom this evening. I browsed by a potted cactus and decided to find out how spikey it really was. I touched it and it fell. I caught it before it hit the ground, and embedded hundreds of tiny spikes securely under my skin. (Let that be a lesson to all you people who have always wanted to pet a tippy cactus.)

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I tried for two minutes to get into my car, wondering why the lock wouldn't open. "Green-blue Toyota Sienna, this end of the parking lot, why won't it open?" I asked myself. And then I checked the licence plate. My car was seven spaces to the left.

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My right forearm, left wrist and the right side of my jaw itch.

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scratchy

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