Ugh...

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How oh how can I shake this hangover that makes religious zealots turn godless... Chinese food and Jameson perhaps. "Fingers crossed"

Monday Aug 30, 2010

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I'm pretty sure I was hit with a date rape attempt last night... Luckily I had the rite people watching me last night apparently climbing lamp posts is quite illegal; thankfully I'm not in jail... In all honesty, I'm kinda flattered or weirded out depending on the doser, from a dosee's point of view... Thanks for the free ride I guess...
kitsea:

Oish! Not spiffy. Good on the non-jailnesshowever on the weird not allowed to climb lamp post also not allowed to be in a fountaindunno why tho it doesnt hurt anyone

dezzie:

I lost my pants in Vegas once. Just my pants. I woke up in my hotel room with my shoes and boots still on, panties in tact, but no pants!
I walked down to the front desk and asked if they knew who I had came in with. They said no one. I asked if I was wearing pants when I came in, they said no. ^.^

Sunday Aug 29, 2010

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Seems like everyone has a dirty little hidden agenda these days. Where have all the real people gone?
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kitsea:

to some level almost everyone has agendas of some sort frown

kitsea:

the library is paid with taxes but i'm not a resident of slc so they say i have to pay for it... tried to explain that I don't pay taxes for utah period and it shouldn't matter...so working on it...mad

Friday Aug 27, 2010

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I think I would like to be a traveling, gypsy, tattoo artist.
Who would like a tattoo? Out of state perhaps? I'm on my way...
Will tat for food, or cigerettes... - drunken yammer
kitsea:

would be spiffy wink

Sunday Aug 22, 2010

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It feels like a Sunday... The great fake sabbath...

Saturday Aug 21, 2010

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more of my fellow tattooed bastards to deal with!

Friday Jun 26, 2009

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No one knows what goes on inside the dusty catacombs...

Wednesday Jun 03, 2009

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Now I'm lost... Giggle at dress code abiding cut throats. Stare at the wall and see what tricks and pleasentries the bricks provide... Bourbon-the atractive prostitute with the 3 pack a day rasp: karma sutra cerebrally stored... The only love affair I'll ever need.