| [o@d] Unattainable Laxation |
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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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Wednesday, January 23
yesterday on my way to phys lab, i saw a "stain" on the door of the elevator that resembled Mr. T -- and he was looking at me. staring me down and then taunting me by shouting, "i pity the foo' who has to go to physics lab at 7pm! i do! i pity the foo'!"
"cram it!" i cry with quiver in my lip, "cram it, Mr. T!" today the "stain" looked more like a pile of puke. good riddance, you son of a bitch... Slapped up here on 1/23/2002 11:49:00 AM by: Me, Suzy...
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