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say hello to my eight-dollar boots.



you could also say hello to the dozens of other things I have bought over the last few months. but uh. I'm trying to be a little more ashamed of my capitalistic ways. after the boots, and a Back to the Future dvd, and maybe the new Eels album, I'm done. buying things. indefinitely. that's a damn lie and you know it. I wish I could be upset about this.

things are coming up Milhouse, actually. school just got a crap of a lot easier and I am re-integrating myself into the human race. and am now accepting applications for Makeout Buddy.

the thing about me is most people don't have a clue when I'm being serious and when I'm joking, and it's gotten to the point where I don't really know either.

oh, me and my winning ways.

I got accused of not being German today. huff. I also slickly avoided several old men hawking New Testaments on campus. I don't know what is up with that but it makes me sad. I am equally suspicious of all religions. but some are more equal than others.

it's an alluuuuuuusioooonnnn! the present term-I'm-trying-to-work-into-everything-I-say is "re-Tartared." because, as you can see, I am the most clever goddamn wordsmith this planet has ever seen.

I will not be offended if you don't think it's funny. most people just think I am weird and intriguing and then when they finally make their way into my pants they find that there really is no end to the madness. and then I try to make it their fault. YOU have a GOAT for a FACE.

one of these days I'm going to count my pointless allusions and misquotings and rephrasings and that other thing that has a name I can't remember. um. but yeah, I say a lot of stupid things.