chaosmonkey

All done.

14 days until New York. 2 weeks until Amelie.

Tell me what to do in New York. Museums are already covered. No recommendations that require a suit and/or tie.

I suggest you all find a copy of "Tozzer and the Invisible Lap Dancers" and read that shit. It's like a MAD Magazine movie parody with swearing, and a baby Hannibal Lechter...
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Amelie sent me an Edward Gorey book. "The Epiplectic Bicycle." I've never read an Edward Gorey book before today. It's absurd and amusing. So is the fuzzy giraffe bookmark she sent along with it. I like these sorts of things. Too bad about the alligator, though.

Great. A paper to finish and my new comics arrived for the month. Terrible terrible. How can I be...
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Monday. The last Monday of the semester. The day before two finals. So much to do, so much to write, a bit to read, and no desire to do any of it. I just want to curl up in bed with my piles of unread comics and read, or talk to Amelie, or watch bad dating shows. Bad dating shows remind me of my humanity,...
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Last night's birthday dinner was good, even though my mom makes better spaghetti than the Italian place we went to. No, the best was seeing Michael open his gifts. He's fairly new to the group, joined up and moved in with my friends in Birdwing (local Louisville rock at its finest or thereabouts, and hello, Daniel and his search engine) and, being the good folks...
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I like that "click for smileys!" at the bottom, here, has an exclamation point. That made me laugh out loud. LOL!!!!11~

Birthday dinner tonight. Whee. I guess. It should be okay, but damn it, it's cold and I wanna be in my room where it's warm. And there's another party next weekend. At least by then I'll be done with the semester. That deserves a...
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I think I'm someone's boyfriend now.

Or I said I would be, at any rate.

I guess that's what I get for making fun of people with girlfriends/boyfriends they've never met in person. Serves me right.

Stupid internet. Stupid, wonderful internet.

Cold... snow... brrr.

Tomorrow is my last day of class. One more psychology class, and I'm done. Then, finals. I have one five-page paper to write, and an anthropology assignment that's a couple pages of writing. It's hard to get one's ass in gear when it's this cold. I just wanna curl up and be warm. And now there's snow? Shee-it. Ain't nothin' gettin' done...
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I don't know what's with my friends today. Two of them IMed me, yelling and being demanding. "I'M BORED!" one shouted. Great. How is that my problem? Doesn't your boss give you enough to do? Can't you find anything to do online, sitting on a hi-speed connection? I am not your monkey boy!

"Only boring people get bored," my 7th grade English teacher once told......
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My mom went out and bought me a new Turtle Fur hat yesterday. I lost my first one sometime last winter, no doubt while stumbling, drunk, out of a friend's car. This made me very, very sad. My first Turtle Fur hat was a gift from my friend Jen, whose own Turtle Fur hat I admired quite a bit. She didn't know it, but Jen...
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What I is thankful for:

Amelie. She's smart, funny, bitter, cynical, cute, unoffendable. In other words, she's just like me. I'm glad she's let herself like me; I know how that is, because I'm the same way. She's made the last five months of my life so much easier. Yeah, I know. Sappy. Shush.

My family. They've always been so proud of me, even when...
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This is quite a day!

I've been a member here at Suicide Girls for a year now. That's longer than I've done just about anything in my life. Okay, not that looking at naked girls is really any sort of an accomplishment, but I'm glad SG has held my attention this long. Plus I've met some pretty snazzy people, some of whom I get to...
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I need to go to sleep before the sun comes up. Since about Thursday or so I've been up till all hours of the night (and many hours of the morning) talking to Amelie. Finally she manages to go to bed "early," and here I sit, still at this infernal machine. I'm not exactly sure why. Maybe I'd just rather not lay in my cold,...
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