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Beer is the mind-killer. Beer is the little death that brings total obliteration. I will face my beer. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the beer has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.

I would like to say that suicidegirls.com rocks.

Last night, I saw a thread, and was dismayed:

http://suicidegirls.com/boards/Lifestyle/35149/

Traceminus got booted from SA for thinking Nazism is "cool" and for excelling in generally being a douche. He is probably one of the most instantly worthless people I've had the displeasure of knowing existed. I supplimented my immediate distaste I felt upon reading his first SA...
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I watched Ghost World again. I really like that movie; I'm still not entirely sure why. Scarlett Johannsen and Thora Birch probably have something to do with it. But it makes me think about the restrictions that necessarily come from moving forward. You can never go back, as they say.

When things becoming finished without being completed, how can you move on? I'm not sure...
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So I had my JET interview today. It went pretty well, but some of the stuff they asked really threw me for a loop. I was expecting things like:

"How do you think your experiences as a (blank) will help you in this program?"

"What do you think the role of a cultural ambassador entails?'"

"What do you want to accomplish as a JET?"

and...
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"If I Were a Frog" by Grandpa Tucker

I wish I were a bright green frog,
I'd sleep each day on a sunny log.
And for a snack I'd eat a fly
Whenever one came buzzing by.

I'd leap, then swim in a pretty lake,
And do frog things, for goodness sake.
It would be great but I suppose
That I would miss Spaghettios!


And...
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It's time to drink.

I got an interview for JET. I'm a japan-goin' motherfucker, motherfucker. You see if I'm not.

I'm such a fucking rat. And the internet is my cocaine.

everytime I complete a paragraph or section, I reward myself by opening up my browser for some sweet, sweet candy.

In other news, I'm fucking terrible at metaphor. That doesn't even make sense.

Also, I made a new Team Awesome logo page. I rule.

It sure is hard to be understood sometimes. Language is just really esoteric, I mean. I was talking to someone, laying stuff out as plainly as I could, no subtext or nuthin'. But I don't know if she believed the words that were coming out of my mouth. In any case she certainly didn't parse them as I intended. Explaining my words just compounded the...
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Always be drunk.
That's it!
The great imperative!
In order not to feel
Time's horrid fardel
bruise your shoulders,
grinding you into the earth,
Get drunk and stay that way.
On what?
On wine, poetry, virtue, whatever.
But get drunk.
And if you sometimes happen to wake up
on the porches of a palace,
in the green grass of a ditch,
in the dismal loneliness...
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I really gotta say, I love Frank Sinatra. There is no one who comes close to being as cool as the chairman of the board. The possibility of someone matching him died when Vegas became family friendly, I believe. Go look at the picture in my images section and tell me you wouldn't fuck him. Cause you would.

That is all.