Saturday May 01, 2004

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I'm sick. I've got a wicked cold. Good times. So I'm "doing homework". I always end up back at SG. I go to an art school (I'm not an artist). I never see any really original kids there. I'm older than most of the kids there, so i'm over the whole flowery deep psuedointelectual genius-trapped-in-a-misfits-body personality. Whys everybody gotta prove how smart they are all the time? On thursday this chick in the elevator was sayin how she was the one who started Manic Panic being popular. She was like 18. Right, cuz the eighties never happened. I guess we all go through the I know more than everyone else/ I really am a special little star phase. Like Tyler Durden said, "Stickin feathers up your butt does NOT make you a chicken." It always comes back to Tyler.
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jofixxxit:
that kinda sounds like a columbia story....or maybe the art institute.....i love when people say really dumb and ignorant things, always has a way to make you laugh out loud...
bests to you
corvus:
But if I was your friend it'd get all akward, cause I'd want to sleep with you, and then I'd bug you about it, and you'd be like get lost loser, and then we wouldn't talk for years, but through some weird cooincedence we'd end up working at the same place, and you'd be like, "I guess it wasn't that big a deal", and then we'd get drunk at a company christmas party and end up sleeping together, and the sex would be awful, so we wouldnt' speak to each other for like six months, then finally we'd be kind of grudging acquaintances for years, and finally we'd end up old folks holmes that went to the same bingo night, and one night instead of jumping up and shouting, "BINGO!". I'd shout, "I want to get laid" and you'd be like, " dude he's lousy in the sack." and I'd be like, "how do you know old bitch?", and I'd recognize you and it'd switch to one of those slow motion running together scenes from the movies, except we'd be in walkers and they'd have to play it on fast forward cause it would take us a half an hour just to get to each other, and then we wouldn't be able to stop, and we'd both end up in the hospital with broken hips.

So lets just skip all that, and I'll apologize now for breaking your hip.

And if you want half my bingo winnings for your pain and suffering, you can take me to court fucker!

(Cue geriatric ninja fight scene)

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