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Sunday, March 19, 2006 

The Skin Of My Yellow Country Teeth

St. Patrick's Day was a sweet day. Being hungover at 5:00 in the afternoon since you started drinking at 11:30 is definitely an interesting thing to experience. Hopefully, I'll be able to follow up with some picture at some point. Though, I have to wonder why my group members for my Capstone project decided to have a meeting yesterday morning at 10:30. Oh wait, I know, they don't drink. 10:30 is bad enough when you're sober, being hungover is intolerable.

The bat wasn't dead. He was alive and after much screaming by the two of us we got in a dust pan and threw it outside. I need to do laundry today. I better finish before the sun goes down.

Last night, while flipping through the channels, I saw a headline on CNN that said "Paris is Burning" and immediately thought, "Damn it, first she has herpes and now chlamydia. The fantasy is slowing fading away. She better release another video."

(I am joking. She is dirty. I think I got the clap while looking at a magazine that had a picture of her. Stupid whore.)

Also, an ex-Churchill Heights/Woburn student is in the news. Official police report. (Warning:pdf). I hope they lock him up for a long time. Fuck him.

That is fucked up, man. I can't think of much else to say.

OMFG

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