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Saturday, November 06, 2004

 
Sacre Bleu! Is that how you spell it? Does it really matter? Or, have the rats just come through again...
Oh, the rats.

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Saturday, February 07, 2004

 
woooo....soooo bright!!!

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Saturday, September 20, 2003

 
Rats!...I hate rats!

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Damn IT! Crushed the ice too much...

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Sunday, July 20, 2003

 
Ah...
Shiiiit on me!

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Thursday, May 29, 2003

 
So what if she does not understand. My life is complicated. The doctor still gives me grief because I don't write enough. Shit, if you make me write, I'm not going to do it. I hate demands and I hate those demanding sons of bitches even more. They think that with their degrees and years of studying that they can tell other people what they need and what they should do. I'll tell them what they can do with their needs and their wants and see if all their studying can come up with the same conclusions. So, she does not understand why I need to do this, why I need to write about my complicated life. Well, if I told her why, she would say that I was crazy. And, maybe I am. Fuck this! I don't wanna tell the doc all this. Damn..so confused...

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Saturday, May 03, 2003

 
Bags...they used to give out bags at the store so that you can put your purchases in them and easily get them in your car and carry them into your home. You know who's to blame for those trying to "save" the bags? Tree-huggers...those damn wood-loving, pansy, bite-my-ass, rip-off-of-animal-rights heathens who can't seem to realize that we need to strip a few sticks to make our lives easier. I bet that if I went into any of their homes that I would see natural wood cabinets or shelves...all of which takes many many sticks to produce. But, do they go after themselves for being such hypocrites? No...they do not realize that the ease of their life and their home relies on that same crap they are trying to "protect." All those fuckers should just shoot themselves in the ass and get it over with.

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Sunday, December 15, 2002

 
The X-mas holiday should be brought out to the outhouse, shlacked, tar and feathered, and shot. The plethora of shit that has come through this place has more than filled my mind with thoughts hanging reindeer and stripped evergreens and lights wrapped in choking circles about grinning faces so tight that their peppy eyes pop out of their sockets. That's it for this fucking shit. I hope you all have a goddamn merry-fuckin' X-mas and a deck-the-shit jolly new and ever-depressing year to come.

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Journal of A Random Mind...
   
Do you really want to read this? Many, including myself, have criticized the following as pure drivel. Beware of the chickens that roam and the chihuahuas that bark at night!