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Last night I finished processing an idea I've been throwing around for a book I want to write. I am going to write it. It will be good. People may enjoy it.

In other news, thank god it's friday. I am so tired. The house is a shithole and I have tons of homework to do this weekend, so it won't be especially relaxing, but it's better than being at work. I need to clean my truck too, it stinks.

There's a job opening up at a hospital across the street. If it pays more than this job, I'm going to take it. It will suck even more than this job, but I need the money so...

How depressing.


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Nov. 30th, 2001 08:30 am (UTC)
Dude, no one wants to read The Mastubatory Escapades of Vince Gonzales or I Can Poop in Rainbow Colors! Can You?.
Nov. 30th, 2001 09:19 am (UTC)
Hey, you can't need the money so much anymore, now that you'll be foregoing the outrageously expensive haircuts!
Nov. 30th, 2001 09:27 am (UTC)
What, do you think crack grows on trees?
Nov. 30th, 2001 04:05 pm (UTC)
Let's not talk about your crack . . .
You mean you don't have a crack-vial tree in your yard? Plant one, man! They grow extremely well in California's climate, and in just a few months you'll have the convenience of fresh crack anytime you want it, day or night, without all those annoying drives to the dealer's house . . . all for the mere pennies it costs to water the tree!

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