you MUST see vanilla sky! forget the ill-written reviews and go see it and die and come back to life.

spake pluto, and "go to hell dante."

errr right.

i guess i just haven't had that much junk in my head. or perhaps it's because i've been painting and not writing. painting does make me pretty dumb. i drove into my across-the-street-neighbor's hill at twenty or so miles an hour this morning in a rush to get to school (i wanted it that badly?!). i thought it was feasible that i had screwed my suspension, and yet i continued to drive at forty down santa anna.

oh hey thanks david for nudgenudgewinkwinking me about the first time you ever got a blow job.
"they're dropping like flies, sarah!" -- said my observant pa-pah.
"another one bites the dust" -- thought i at the time.

he--"you know i was back in richmond this weekend! :)"
me--"oh. how was it."
he--"well, hehe, IT was pretty fun, though a little too fast, maybe...."
me--"hmm. so are you making sexual innuendoes david?"
he--"of course!! ;-)"

i can be normal and sane
it feels good

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"Eat me. Sarah" in green and red, a Christmas cake.
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"Can I get two boxes of MARLBOROS??... I guess the red ones -- 'cause don't they look the coolest??... I'm not going to smoke them, I just want to look COOL... This is how you do it guys, even if you're NOT EIGHTEEN..."