February 17, 2009

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  LINK? NO!!!! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO…. LINK!!!! SPEAK TO ME, BUDDY!!!!!

  xnzy-vbbp-kenk. This is what is on the inside of my Dr. Pepper lid. It kind of sounds hot, in an odd, manufacturing sort of way.

  I feel naked and incomplete without my Genesius medal around my neck. Damn thing broke right in the middle of PDQ, at 4 in the morning, and in front of a police officer, no less, spilling little gray metallic beads into my bra, the table, the tile floor, under the racks, into oblivion.. New mission: to find a new necklace that is comfortable enough and easy enough to take care of that I will wear the thing 24 hours a day. I’m oddly committed when it comes to things like jewelery. I have just a few pieces that I wear all the time. That makes me very much atypical of the female species.

  I want a nametag someday that says: Hello, my name is… Not Important. A name is a title, an identity, and I am metaphysically incapable of classifying humans in such a manner. Besides, you won’t remember my name an hour from now, this tag is just an excuse for you to make small talk and stare at my tits.

  Man who buys his woman an industrial gothic rock opera for Valentine’s day: the all-time, undisputed champion of everything.

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