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i hope you're happy.
hey guess what! i work on Thanksgiving! i bet you didn't see that coming. i also, apparently, have a trapezius strain, which explains the massive masses of headaches. so, i'm not allowed to lift anything heavier than a gallon of milk until it's worked out. damn. so much for lifting those SEMI TRUCKS off of the ROADKILL. geez. i don't even think i'm capable of lifting anything heavier than a gallon of milk. anyway... yeah. the doctor also touched me inappropriately. she didn't even ask. i think that's grounds to sue, cause she was definitely a dyke.
Oh! i saw another one of those Shit Shirts today. that's what i'm calling them from now on. this one wasn't as bad though, it said "are not" as opposed to "ain't," but it had the same message. Argh. seriously, if i was a little more bold, i might have said something. or said, "hey Shit! welcome to Fire Mountain!"
lordy.
originally an aim conversation... but it's easier to figure out who is who if i just use msn.
Jen says: he asked me how i got that scar
Jen says: and i was like
Jen says: knife fight. 1992. drug running over the Colombian border.
I says: hahahaha. you were a nasty little 8 year old. with your pink pants and crack.
I says: mmmmmmBUTTAH!
Himitoad says: mmmBUTTAHH!
Angelot says: i have a bone to pick with you.
Jen says: go pick your bones elsewhere.
I says: mmmButtahhhh!!
Angelot says: butter?
Himitoad says: mmmmButtahh!
I says: mmmButtahhhh!!
~scribbled by jen sometime around 11:23 PM
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