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2003-04-09 2:16 a.m.

anyway now that it's 216 am and i wasted my nice long theoretical rant on all you mindless fucks-- oh, i'm sorry, i think i said that out loud. i need to write an english paper about freud and heart o' darkness. NEED to? FUCK that. i don't NEED you. fuckin' land-lubber.

aaaaaaarrrrrrrrrr. this is the MOST frustrating thing ever, but just to protect myself from hurtling paper airplanes and such, a cautionary note: i'm not calling anyone who's reading this a land-lubber or anything (probably). so don't get all insulted.

moving right along

people are taking themselves verrryyy veryyy seriously right now. i almost said the words "take a chill pill" today. you know it's getting disturbed if that is coming from my head... SHOOT IT SHOOT IT NOW NOW NOW!

and a knife update... it's fucking sitting on the windowsill next to my new glasses, giggling softly. shut up little knife! i don't need you!

mwa

hah

ahaha

of course you can do whatever you want with your lives. fuck, i'll even lend you some money. i don't mind. i wish you nothing but luck, wisdom, and good weather.

gimme some of the cinnabun.

love

cait

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