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- mayo0
in celebration of my righteousness, I'm going to pour myself another glass of iced green tea.
- ********0
all i drink is arizona green teas, and last night i asked my wife...
"what did i ever drink before i started to drink Arizona Green Tea"??
- mayo0
I make it and keep it in a plastic container. The kind with the snap-up lid. I let the tea bags steep for a day, so sometimes when I pour, the string of one of the tea bags comes out and reminds me of tampons.
- neenaw0
A jobs a job at the end of it. Fuck up something really important, you carry that around with you for the rest of your life.
I'm trired, so very, very tired.
- mayo0
Did they ever find Car 54?
- neenaw0
I doubt it. Does anyone ever find what they are looking for?
- mayo0
Yes. I look for and find plenty of time to bitch.
*shrugs*
- ********0
i jsut walked to my kitchen 4 times wanting some pretzels or something crunchy but all i came back with waas an ashtry and a pipe.
- mayo0
so what else is in your pantry/fridge, epill?
- ********0
so what else is in your pantry/fridge, epill?
mayo
(Jun 22 06, 16:20)lots of fresh organic weed from all around the world.
:)
- pski0
I f-ing killed the homeblog with warmed over tea this morning and lossed it.
p.s. I found another Mohican
- ********0
if pski checks the anthology thread he may smile.
:)
- ********0
im going to eat some french food at the quaint lil restaurant down my block. i've only ordered the steak... i think i may try muscles today with some wine.
- brooke0
Hello.
- ********0
so what did the other mohican say?
- GreedoLives0
muscles with wine?
*looks for cutoffs
- kelpie0
sometimes at night, when the train has gone past my window for the sixth or seventh time and I'm sitting in front of my typewriter looking for a spoon cos I ran out of kit-kats, and the boredom seems to creep up my skin like so many ants carrying leaves to pack into my skull, till I can't even think of the word sleep let alone feel its soft embrace, I get a feeling like I'm outside the building trying to find a crack in teh perfect sandstone walls, trying to locate a hidden way to get back to somewhere I used to be, where the sun shone on our faces and she would smile and the whole world was for that moment with in the reach of outstretched arms, only now when I reach out, all that comes to my shaking fingers is the cold iron touch of this cage around my soul, a cage I made for myself that night, the night I should have simply walked away, the night that will forever leave its mark upon me. I call her name, sometimes, but the words are weak and cannot penetrate the vaile of stubborn memories that wraps around my life.
Also, sometimes I have this really annoying itch above the small of my back, and the largest spoon I have in the house only gets about an inch above it.
that's also a bitch.
- paraselene0
he's talking about me there, you know.
- ********0
you should read "waking up at Broomie's" it looms with promise.