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That feeling that washes over you in waves. The one that makes your limbs feel like they're made out of lead...lead-limbs. It's hard for me to even lift my fingers to type this. I couldn't move my feet right now if I had to. Stuck to the ground, planted. Gravity can be so oppressive.

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I would be so "happy" right now if it were raining...or at least fucking cloudy.

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I wrote a letter to my Grandparents and my Sister/Niece/Nephew/Brother-in-law, packaged up a box for my Mom and Dad (A Thomas Kinkade bowl and Pirate's Booty, heheh), and wrote a letter to my friend Susan (and Dewey and the kids) in Vegas. At least I did something productive last night. Now I'm going to the post office to mail those, bills, pictures for Jason (Femme Fatales), and my stinkin' Kool-Aid points so that we can get our Spongebob toys.

All I've had is water and salad today.
I'm getting coffee.

I want to buy all of my friends presents. Yes, that probably includes you.

I'm sick of people walking by my damn cubicle.

Here is the kickass pic that motherevol made for me. She rocks...the casbah.

It's supposed to rain tomorrow, but not today.
But I want it NOW, Daddy. BUY ME A GOOSE THAT LAYS GOLDEN EGGS!

hmph

p.s. Happy, happy birthday to spasmolytic. I'm coming to kick your friend's asses

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How cheese is it that the Cure is(are?) my favorite band OF ALL TIME?
Not at all, actually.
Fuck off.

I have an EXCELLENT Cafe Mocha now and I bet. you. don't.

I'd like to buy the world some LUBE

HAPPY MASTURBATION DAY!

I LOVE THURSDAYS! Naked wimmins next door and I get free food.

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I just spent the last 15 minutes voice-calling people in the office and playing one of these.

Fart noises are the universal humor.