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9:53 p.m. - 2002-04-17
Puh-puh-pax. Word.
P-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-pax. P-p-p-p-p-pax-il! Pax-p-pax! Pax-p-pax! Pax-pax!

Yay for fucking drugs. Why did I ever forsake you?

I chatted for the first time ever yesterday with the lovely and talented and all around beautiful Octygi. She is a gem. She also found, through pure internet savvy, my long lost friend Anyika who I havenít spoken to in eight years.

Off the fucking hook, yo.

Today I went back to work and almost laughed as my boss tried to hard ball me with the olí mental breakdown absence fucking with his stride routine. Iím the best theyíve ever had and the catís out of the bag.

Also I was just struck with the fact that many people either nub or love or care about me. I am a lucky ass motherfucker and I want all of the people who are out there who love or nub or care about me to know that while it is the drugs talking right now, I have given them permission to speak on my behalf and they say that I love or nub or care about you too. Even some of you that donít give a shit. Oh yeah, lust as well sometimes.


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