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mike t
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elfquest
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masque of the red death
the perry bible fellowship
toothpaste for dinner
ultrajoebot
xkcd

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Thursday, August 29, 2002
I had a very bad, bad, bad, bad, bad day wherein I did not get dressed and did something that neatly undid 5 months of healthy eating. Think junkie. Think crackhouse. Think Gary Busey but with crackers and chinese noodles. It was very bad. Very bad.

But I talked to me mummy and she gave me permission to throw out all of the bread, cookies, crackers and other various sugary crap in the house. And she brought me green grapes and two new pairs of pajama pants. So I am optimistic. Today never happened. Today never happened. Today never happened.

'Cause nobody wants to hear this tale
The plot is cliché, the jokes are stale
and baby we've all heard it all before.

(Aimee sings with this guy, John Doe, in this song here. I like it.)

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