Tavie
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blogs i like:
amy
andrew
carl
barb cooking blog
boing boing
caroline
cartoon brew
chris
cityroom
consumerist
erin
gena/ deadly stealth frogs
gothamist
jim hill
kids in the hall lj
kithblog
matt k
mike t
nathan
post secret
rynn
sarah
sarah c
sean
tea rose
toby
tom
webcomics i read:
american elf
american stickman
elfquest
lolcats!
masque of the red death
the perry bible fellowship
toothpaste for dinner
ultrajoebot
xkcd
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Tuesday, June 19, 2001
I am.
I want nothing but to sleep. That is all I do. I wake up groggy and nauseous from lack of medication, take medication, eat a lot of crap, and sleep some more.
I dreamed that my mom had Scott committed to a mental institution. I went to visit him there, and Bellini was there visiting him. They were planning a show together. Scott snubbed me. Probably because my mother had had him committed. (She was very sorry.) Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:55 PM | shower me with attention
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