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Tuesday, April 29th, 2003
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1:26p - of course she’s skilled, she’s satan’s handmaiden
dudes, i am so mad at the sun right now. that guy is a fucking jerk. we were getting along great--you know, i'd just begun to feel comfortable with him, i was starting to open up and then BOOM, he's gone. i woke up one morning and he just wasn't there--no note, no phone call, no nothing. the bastard didn't even have the decency to say "good-bye."
AND--he stole my priscilla, queen of the desert soundtrack. presumably for the road trip. asshole.
in other news: the last departmental league soccer match is scheduled for this evening. as of tomorrow, i will officially have nothing to look forward to at work besides embezzling office supplies and internet access. alls i'm saying is that the soccer jerks better make this the game of lifetime, and by "game of a lifetime," i mean "bloodbath of the century." i want broken bones poking out of flesh this time. i'll keep you informed. maybe remember to take pictures this time. or make a video. i should have been doing that from day one--i could make some serious bank selling this shit to the people who make jackass. or bumfights, more appropriately.
in regards to my plan to have one of you kill stephen humphries: make sure it looks like an accident, okay? we don't need too many questions on this one. and, if need be, i will provide you and/or your accomplices with an airtight alibi.
"i saw 'the fury' and that way lies spooky carnival death"
current mood: grumpy
current music: bright eyes
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