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Smegma

I cannot for the life of me get The Electric Version by the New Pornographers out of my head.

The sound of God is the screech of tires, lights and magnets, bolts and wires, strayed from the road, this very one. Still to come, the sound of tires is the sound of God, the electric version. The power and blood will pulse through your song,...
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Just returned from a successful trip to Atlantic City $400 richer. Had a good time with the lady for a few days, then the boys came down Friday. One of the bastards hit the $1500 jackpot on a slot machine.
Gambling is horribly addictive. Before I started winning, I imagine I lost about $200.
Fascinating eh?

I have absolutely nothing interesting to write. This would be a lot easier if somehow I could jack my brain into my computer and this journal jobby would read my mind.

On second thought, thats probably not the best idea.

I need a new profile pic. Michael Wincott just aint doin it for me anymore.

Whoo. Got mighty drunk last night with the boys and the girl. Twas quite fun. I like drinking wine. Its gets you shitty in an neat intellectual way. At least it makes me feel intellectual.

Gonna party Saturday night, then I get to spend most of Sunday finishing homework for this stupid summer course. Honest to god, I won't be that stupid again. Summer classes...
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Blah. It is entirely too early in the day for work. Only 2 more weeks until I am done with this lousy job though. I am way excited to sleep in and be a bum for the last 2 weeks of summer. Its gonna be nice, because I haven't had that kinda time off from work in like 3 1/2 years.

Then I start school...
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So I had this bizarre dream last night in which I was hanging out with my friends somewhere, and everything was completely normal except for the fact that they had segmented, multi-legged insect bodies. Needless to say, this hasn't sat quite well with me. The only interpretation I can draw is that my friends are bugs to be crushed beneath my iron boot....

Well, I was planning to have a party today, but as the week went on, it was repeatedly downgraded. First it was a party, then it became a shin-dig, then a happening... and now it'll most likely be a drunken sausage-fest. Oh well. I don't feel like cleaning up anyhow. And most of the cool people I know are minors.

Damn, its a good thing I came home on my lunch break, or else my parents would've returned home from vacation to find a lil baggy of something-or-other (read: weed) sitting on the kitchen counter. I'm so goddamn clever sometimes I could die.

Luckily, they leave again tomorrow and I can return to leaving my illegal things in stupid places at my leisure.

4 weeks...
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Two of my favorite things ever have finally been combined. I could plotz.

http://www.homestarrunner.com/expfilm.html

Ooo, Bree is hot.

I'm off to a deluxe suite in Wildwood for a long weekend. Excellent fun should be had, providing the weather is nice. And if the weather sucks, thats what they make drugs for.