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[11 Jun 2009|11:57am] |
Wow. I just slept for three days straight. Morphine, you are my new best friend.
edited to add.
Attention Mrs Jenner, Archie Wimsey and Tony Watson : Johnny Jenner pushed me down a hill on purpose, resulting in a broken ankle and three missing days. Now he wants me to sell him morphine, for sex.
edited to add, two.
And he's an asshole. If he calls you, dying, just tell him to fuck off.
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[07 Jun 2009|07:23am] |
I for one am completely devastated. Polly Patchett was a evil bint the bane of my existence a cow malice in heels comprised of lizards, dog shit, and day old fish like a hangover that never ended incurably rude and graced with an imagination that would make Satan turn pink, if Satan weren't already red like sitting on a chair, which immediately breaks, smacking your head on the concrete and flashing your underwear to everyone around you pure evil wrapped in bacon -- except bacon is too good for her so maybe wrapped in seaweed quite a woman.
Too bad she's going to miss my band's show on Tuesday.
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[31 May 2009|04:41pm] |
Since the authorities are doing fuck-all about it, I'm going to "blow the whistle" (even though apparently Johnny is the one who enjoys blowing whistles) :
DON'T EAT FOOD SENT TO YOU IN THE MAIL. SOMEONE IS POISONING RHYMES.
Also. Head to The Rye tonight for my band's first gig.
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[25 May 2009|02:41am] |
I've started a band, and we'll be performing next Sunday.
Also, if anyone plays an instrument, let me know asap.
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[22 May 2009|03:16pm] |
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So, was it good for you?
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[06 May 2009|11:47pm] |
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I have absolutely nothing of note to add.
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[18 Apr 2009|03:30pm] |
That's just terrible. The whole mood at the office has almost picked up after the last, but now everyone is abuzz with terrible gossip again.
( Archie )
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[08 Apr 2009|01:31pm] |
I have got to stop eating cheese and salsa omelettes for breakfast before work. When your day consists of rolling down a hill, eating something upsetting to your gut only ends in re-purposing the bucket. I suppose it could be worse; there could be pumpkin-eating involved.
I'll bet the weather for the annual race will be very lovely. Unless it rains.
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