| [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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Saturday, March 2
Okay. I've held the ability to exercise my "adult" capabilities for almost 2 years now. What have I done with the privilege? Number of cigarettes bought = 0 [and that number will stay zero, thanks]. Number of tattoos obtained = 0. Number of trips to Canada for obvious reasons = 1. Number of casinos I've visted = 0. Hell, I've only bought 1 scratch ticket in my lifetime... I am such a geek. Well, Broseph, all that's about to change. What would you guys think if I decided to get a tattoo? Nothing too dramatic [yet (just kidding)]. I'd like to get this:
Preferably on my ankle, or shoulder blade. Most of you may know that I'm obsessed with those silly canines, and this would be a way for me to remember my dogs - both of whom I probably like better than I like most people. I wouldn't just get it for shits and giggles. It'd be to preserve a memory... So, that's that. <><><><><><> P.S. Aren't sunsets just too great? Slapped up here on 3/02/2002 06:23:00 PM by: Me, Suzy...
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