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I started writing an entry yesterday, but the server had worms. I've barely been on the computer at all during the last few days. I almost, almost slapped some purposely atrocious photos up on the website that were taken a few nights ago. Then again, where do you carve the line between a "good" photo and a "bad" one? There's some in-too-lektualizing for you. GOOD: it doesn't look like this. Ah, yes. The "Tapes of Wrath." And what wrath! Talk about things to NOT watch for the first time whilst stoned out of your mind. I was laughing so hard I thought I was going to throw up. Now every time I go to the grocery store I'll be plagued with mental images of 80s Al Jourgensen and this terrible, horrible, bad, bad video. And OMELETTES WITH NAILS! Getting this tape was the best $7.99 I've ever spent, seriously. And I haven't even watched the entire thing yet.Little known "fun fact": 83.07 percent of people who decided to check out homosexuality in the year 1986 did so ONLY after viewing the "Over the Shoulder" video. Cheers, Al!Small note that no one will care about, but I have a dire need to write about it since I haven't had time yet: On Friday, after running around town and getting said shite over and done with, I came home to find the belated capitalistmas kulture-bomb from Inertia waiting for me. Rock! I had just sent off his sweet sweet goodies (after warning the perplexed guy at the post office: "You do realize that if customs is lusting after rummaging through this package they're never in a million years going to be able to put it back in one piece because there's a half-roll of duct tape barely holding it together.") so that says something for good karma. Or if not, at least it's an excuse to sound all spiritually introspective. (I can't wait until you receive it. The postal service makes me nervous.) I opened it up, and what did I see? England's Dreaming! Seriously, I squeeked like a little girl. That was the most fantastic thing you could've sent me. Arrgghh! Then I saw the S'Puppy sticker and squeeked again. Awesome, awesome. I don't know what else to say other than DAMN IT! we need to talk more. I miss those many... er... hours. *ahem.*</a> I did see some $5 calling cards for Canada somewhere around here...

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Real resolutions for the new year.* don't try to get drunk off of thee liquor-filled candy.* stop using the word "a'iight."* don't wake up in bed with any ex-lovers.* fully utilize thee medium of metal.* start acting like a girl.* stop using the word "fuck" so much.* save the braincells.* tell "infatuated guy" to knock it off.* stop looking like I crawled out of a dumpster.* find something about this place that I'll miss when I leave.* uhh... um.... ngggghh... *much staring and drooling*In other news, hey YOU!: I finally found a box, although I'm afraid you're going to end up with one pound of "stuff" and ten pounds of duct tape to ensure that it stays together. Ah, well. Whatever works. See if customs can claw their way through that! Huh?! Get down! :D

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Last night: I wasn't going to overdo it, but (as I was just saying to Narx) today was declared "National Hangover Day" so I did anyway. HA HA! HA. ("You are such slick revolutionaries. Ha ha. Your grandma can suck eggs. Ha ha ha.") No regrets, no guilt, nothing done that I felt ashamed of in the morning. It's alright, it's alright. Just a slight nervousness about whether or not anyone involved in ______ (which was everyone) had communicable diseases or parasites of any sort. *smirk* How's that for a mystery? :DSummed up by this one particular quote:"When is this going to end?! Damn it, this is fucking weird. It's messed up. You guys are SICK!" --justinAs of now, 2001 can go to buggery and fuck itself. My goal is to forget that it happened. (Except for ohGr!) It may appear as sort of a mystery why, as I only include approximately 4% of all "personal" goings-on in thee journal of doom. BUT TRUST ME. Even so, today is just another day. No sign that anything has changed, as it really hasn't. Just a different calendar on the wall. Maybe we depend on this semblance of beginning anew to keep a sense of sanity for the next 12 months.Everything does seem better in retrospect. (?!)Which David Bowie are you?