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Thursday, December 30, 2004


Random Notebook Scribbles

Sometimes you don't know what you've got till it's gone. Other times you don't know what you've got till you've had it a while. Me, I never know what I've got until I swallow it whole and cough up the bones.

The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn, cause my little boy blue choked to death on his horn

Sometimes I wish that I never wished that I was never born.

Somewhere in California, she found a montessori school named "Beach High". Not like she had much choice - it was either Beach High, or get high on the beach. So, despite it's lack of accreditation, it was there that M- completed her high school education.

I wonder if plastic surgeons could create a marsupial-like pouch on my abdomen. You know, if I wanted one, that is.

Why can't I stop dreaming of the love of my life, when I live with the love of my dreams?

"Well, if I had an emotional scar for every time I heard that, I'd . . . I'd . . . oh, wait. Shit."

Samuel was absolutely average and perfectly unremarkable in any way. Unless you count the fact that he was reared in a giant Skinner box.

Today, I couldn't remember whether I was 18 or 19. Recalling my birth year didn't help either, as my math skills are too poor for that sort of arithmetic. So I counted forward from the first time I bought cigarettes for a minor. Yup. 19.


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