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so you've walked through these pages
and i must tell you some of the things
you'll read here will disturb you...
but it sure will get you thinking
if you don't like what you reaad,
feel free to shut the f*ck up!

you think you know me

clearly, you're mistaken!
you don't know a thing about me
and before you ask, i won't bother to explain
there's more to me than meets the eye

so drop the f*cking labels...it bores the hell of me
leave me alone and we'll get along just fine

say what?

you have got to see these

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Thursday, March 10, 2005

disclaimer

i know i said i'm a reality tv fanatic (see below)...but never (read: not in a million years) would i watch those silly lovey-dovey-find-my-future-wife-on-national-tv kind of show. it's pathetic. a new low on the history of tv if you'd ask me.

sounds bitter, no? cynical lang...hehe. not that it's a good thing. what am i saying? pardon yours truly. this morning is not a particularly good morning. even worse than the past 600 or so mornings. interesting...i haven't had a good morning in 2 years. it's a wonder i'm still sane, albeit barely.

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