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Monday, March 17th, 2003
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8:48a
Stupid me. Saturday I was feeling better, so I decided to stop treating my body with kid gloves and have some fun; Stringcraft had her pre-Irish day party and there was the Rise and Fall of the Roman Empire theme Wall in Palm Court (a note of explanation: a Wall is an outdoor party). I stayed up late, drank a little-- very little-- and voila! The next day my body says to me, Bah. You drink while we are fighting the sickness spirits. We die now. And despite being dead I drove Faitour to Tampa to meet his friends so he could get back to Atlanta, saw my parents, and got back home safely, only to find the toilet is broken AGAIN. Drunken Landlord will pay.
On the upside, Faitour gave me money I had entirely forgotten he owed me from a year ago. It was good seeing him anyway. It's odd though. After we parted company and I went on the vision quest, we didn't really have time to resolve how much I had changed, and now I've changed even more since he went off to Atlanta. He hasn't really noticed. Oh well. He's a good boy.
I have clippers for my hair now. And dye.
current mood: sick
current music: Depeche Mode-Blue Enya Remix-Sea Of Sin (Blue Enya Remix) (comment on this)
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11:21a
Goddamn US tyranny abroad. Goddamn US tyranny at home.
So they've decided the consent of the rest of the world is utterly unnecessary before they bend them over and fuck them good and hard. And the leader of the Tsarist Occupational Government will speak at 8 pm eastern tonight, by which time they will be bombing the fuck out of Iraq, without the consent of the majority of their own citizens, little say the rest of the world, to explain that he is perfectly justified in bombing the fuck out of Iraq and whoever the hell else he feels like bombing. And then he will say that Europe is a focus group and people who think bombing the fuck out of Iraq is wrong are terrorists and should be shot on sight.
And I'm not in class right now because I got a speeding ticket because my speedometer doesn't work. I don't have the money to fix it and I certainly don't have the money to pay a fucking speeding ticket.
Fuck.
My, that was creative of me, wasn't it? Fine. Himmiherrgottsakramentcruzifixmilicksamarschsheissglumpfarex.
"Iraq: Bomb the fuck out of it. --Why? --Bad. --Oh. (This message brought to you by the United States Department of Condescending Imperialism."
current mood: pissed off
current music: Dead Kennedys-Nazi Punks Fuck Off (comment on this)
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