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Violently agitated and highly implacable, I savor the time in my unproductive hour. My hypothetical fortune, it's like catching a sniff of tequila in the morning.
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Monday, October 1
i don't know a lot of people by their real names. but. i do know a lot of people by the names i make up for them. i do this by observing defining characteristics about them or witnessing an odd event, and exaggerating on it. for instance: one day, i saw this one guys buttcrack in the dining center - so from then on out, i know him as none other than, ' dc buttcrack'. which reminds me, does anyone know the official medical term for the buttcrack? hmmm, that's a mystery.
well, then there's 'wolfy', she was wearing a t-shirt that had a wolf on it one day [it is always fun to refer to someone by what's on their shirt, "go ask big red" / "hey, i like your stripes, stripey" etc]. then, just for a taste of the plethora of fake names, there is 'sasquatch', 'sideburns lady', 'guy that reminds me of joey d.', 'bags-o-fun', 'girl i want to punch in the face', 'camel toe', 'smokey joe', '2 ton tony', 'fire crotch sr.', 'fire crotch jr.', and 'evil michelle' [also known as scary spice]. i always get a kick out of evil michelle. just think of our michelle but then add crack/cocaine + black eye makeup + a spikey dog collar and it will = evil michelle. all other people that i don't make up a name for, regardless of anything, i'll refer to as either, 'sassafrass', 'broseph', or 'creepy'. <><><><><><> as a side note: this is the opinion of me: i hate those shirts that are now all the rage. those half tank-toppy things that look like you stuck your head and one of your arms out the neck hole. they look retarded. and you look retarded in them... especially when they have sparkles that spell out, 'princess' or 'juicy' or something stupid. please, just stop it, now. that was just the opinion of me. Slapped up here on 10/01/2001 02:39:00 PM by: Me, Suzy...
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