Now do you believe
In the one big sign
The doublewide shine
In the boothills of your prime
Doesn't matter if you're skinny
Doesn't matter if you're fat
You can dress up like a sultan
In your onionhead hat
Wednesday, March 20, 2002  1:10am
I am so getting a tattoo.  Last year Mr. Motes would always talk about how it's supposed to be "it is so cold outside that..." and not "it is so cold outside."  But I am soooooooo getting a tattoo.  And a friend is coming with me but I am not allowed to disclose the information of which friend that is, even though I don't know why he/she cares.  Anyway, you need to tell me which one to get.  Well that's not true.  You need to tell me your opinion of which one would be better.  I won't listen to you.  It will end up coming down to cost, but here are my designs. 
No, they're not really my designs per se, but I did modify a design myself.  I did draw and color those up there!  So basically those are my choices because i like them.  Basically they're opposites.  And the opposite of the first four letters of "opposite" is "poop."  I know that because I almost had a typo.  This tattoo would go on the small of my back, and it would not be that big, by the way.

I thought I saw John Kirby today, but it wasn't him.  It made me really sad.  I miss John.

Um, something is fucked up and I can't quite put my finger on it.  But I need to talk about it right now.  Dreams.  Okay?  So you dream about stuff and then you read in books what it's supposed to mean and it hits it right on the head!  Why do we automatically use symbolism in our dreams?  Like, I can understand symbolism in poetry or stories and stuff to make a point, but we do this on our own.  Dammit I'm not getting my point across but it's fucked up. 

My television isn't working and that makes me sad.  But i'm ok.  I put every song I have on my playlist so I definitely have variety.  Also I'm thirsty.

Charlton Heston has to be the worst actor ever.  Just watch movies that he's in.  He really is dreadful.

My thirst calls me.  This is the best use for a macintosh.  They are pieces of shit. 
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