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my only plan at the moment consists of sleeping much of the night with the aid of a dose of leftover valium, and the waking up to go catch charlie and the chocolate factory before work tomorrow afternoon.

i can't help but feel tim and johnny deserve my hard earned cash on opening weekend.

-s h

ok, i thought i would be back to normal by now. i've been sick, and very much so, for about 2 and 1/2 days now, basically unable to keep any food in me for any length of time. i'm a little concerned that this is stress related, but i don't really feel stressed today, so maybe i just got some light food poisoning.

regardless, i...
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and now back to our regularly scheduled programming.

-s h

burn the bridge and walk away.
that's the answer that comes back, every time.

the issue with my parents may never go away, most likely because they won't let it. it's always when they've guilted themselved into contacting me that they're 'so sorry' and yet they still pay no attention to anything i say.

it's just a stress because they know i wish it wasn't...
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the fuck did i have to hear from my dad today? the last person i want to think about on a day like this, and i have to get an email right when i wake up. how fucked up is that?

i haven't cried this much in a very long time.

-s h

today went a little unexpected. woke up and decided to go pick blueberries of the bushes in my front yard. this was rewarding because the blueberries were perfectly ripe, and i got lots of them.

also, i got a call this afternoon from an online friend who just got back into town and who never calls me anyways, and she wanted to hang out and...
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to all interested parties:

starting this thursday, i have two pieces of artwork being displayed down at the backspace gallery downtown on NW 5th between davis and couch. this showing is part of their 2nd anniversary celebration, featuring up to 200 fellow local artists.

images of the two pieces i am featuring can be found here and here. these prints are framed in museum-style...
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happy fucking fourth everyone. nothing like pointlessly blowing shit up to celebrate a country full of ingrates, outcasts, and bastards.

-s h

this afternoon at work we received a call from a concierge/delivery service. their request? 4 bottles of mustard, priced at $1.69 a bottle. why? a VIP in washington DC wants them by tomorrow, by any means necessary. the cost? $1200.

no shit.

so, we packaged them up, each in their own tidy little box as requested, and the delivery service came and picked them...
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