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November 16, 2006
FUCK
FUCK, FUCK, FUCK.
I AM GOING TO STAB MYSELF IN THE ARM, SPLAY MY MUSCLES, PUT LITTLE FLAGS TELLING WHAT EACH ONE IS, WRITE A CRAIGSLIST PERSONAL, FEEL LIKE MAYBE I AM SOMEWHAT VALUABLE.
THERE'S SOMETHING IN THE DELI AISLE THAT MAKES YOU CRY.
UGH, SELF PITY IS SO NOT FLATTERING.
IF I AM SO GREAT, WHY AM I NOT DESIRED?
STREETCAR NAMED DESIRE: MITCH PLEASE
IGNATIUS REILLY: ME, TOO MUCH.
EDNA PONTELLIER: ME, ONLY WHEN I AM FEELING THIS WAY
NEW ORLEANS: A BUNCH OF NUT JOBS WITH ISSUES THAT ARE TOO FUCKING PROUD TO ADMIT THAT THEY NEED SOMEONE TO TAKE CARE OF THEM. AT LEAST WE CAN ALL AGREE THAT IT ISN'T JUST KATRINA. KATRINA IS JUST THE CHERRY ON THE TOP.
Posted by jay at November 16, 2006 1:21 AM