Mo-th-a Fu-ck-a .

Pardon my French in the Subject: - I've had "Bitches" by MSI in my head all morning.
I miss David.

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Ha - this is funny.
Mom: "...Soooo, do we need to talk about a $185 speeding ticket? Hmmm???"
Me: "Ha (nervous laughter), No. I'm taking care of it..."

(Dammit)

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I am so proud of my 11.31 gigs of music... though it's still not enough! The newest playlist I've added to my iTunes is entitled "90s Dance Music", and includes such classics as:

- Be My Lover by La Bouche
- This is Your Night by Amber
- Push It by Salt 'n' Pepa

Righteous. Why buy the "As Seen On TV" albums when you can simply create your own? :D

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I'm stuck in a useless rut.
I'm sick of hanging out with Republicans that believe in God, the ones that tell me I "need" to go to church.
I need more than this.
I don't want to be around any more people munching on their steaks and burgers while mocking me for being a vegetarian.
I miss Andy (yes, because of your knowledge of Chicago convenient stores). I want to go get Indian food, and have vejjo dinner parties. I want to discuss Nietzche while listening to the Velvet Underground. I want people to compliment me on my Chucks because they happen to be wearing the same shoe. American Spirits, Dhammapadas, and Lao Tzu ... I miss you, Spring Break.

Reinvention of self is in order.
I'm feeling a new piercing of some description coming on.
The blue dye just didn't cut it .... maybe because it's already faded.
We'll try that again.

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Sometimes, I can't understand why we were ever so close.
You piss me off.