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2002-11-05 - 11:56 p.m. i just want to tell everyone the things people type into search engines & recieve my page as a result (i know the grammar in that sentence is really confused/confusing). "stupid spikes" "spikes and waffles" "my hamster is on fire" (i swear i didn't make that up. poor hamster--my page is totally not helpful in this area) "abercrombie fags" "silly bitch". fucking people, i swear. i just have to love them. i had a rather eventful weekend in which i went to philly on a urine-soaked-yet-only-five-bucks bus, but i don't really feel like discussing it. what if i started describing my life in nouns? right now it would be: subway; postage meter; book; vibrator; it would sound so boring and empty. and that would be wrong. this weekend was: freebox; (trash-picked!) roses; marble walls; leaves; bicycles; buses; fake meat; nutritional yeast. that sounds a lot like my philly life, which was actually a lot more boring and sad than my semi-sedate new york ass. hmm! i guess nouns are full of shit. i have been making lists of people i have a crush on right now (i'm up to twelve people), things i love about new york, things i hate in general. i have nice handwriting and i like looking at it and i wish my hand could take over and tell the world what it feels like to be a brain. like my brain wouldn't check out but just be quiet for ten minutes, because i certainly wonder what it's like, being a hand in these days. NOT like i want my brain to go anywhere. there was this one day in high school where my friends were like, "dude, where were you yesterday?" and i was like, "I was here!" and my teachers were like, "i have you marked down as absent.." and i realized that i couldn't remember anything beyond third period, and a cold feeling came over me as i realized that i could have done absolutely anything, that nobody knew where i was all day, including me. it was really scary. i have to go now.
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