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Name: mostly happy, with a
Country: United States
State: New York
Interests: Far too many things? Revenge dramas, for some reason.
Expertise: Waffling between being insanely optimistic and cheerfully pessimistic; extending metaphors far more than necessary; thinking myself into corners, & having to kick myself (mentally) in the teeth to get out; taking a ballistic approach to semi-colons. Doing impressions of onions for spare change and mocking for dimes.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Other
Message: message me
Member Since:
8/29/2002
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| I woke up this morning from a dream of Chuck Norris playing golf against a giant, fire-breathing dragon.
OMGWTFBBQ.
What happened to all my dreams of running away from crazed psycho murderers/explosions/cannibals?
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| A little math - Wait! Don't run!
3/4 (of a mooncake) x 3 (sucessive days of eating such) = all arteries DYING. Oh well. I wasn't using them anyway.
AHAHAHAHAH... gluttony > health.
Also, toothpick sculpture is going well! Its a forest! Building a
representation of the living from its precessed corpse is kinda funny.
Stop looking at me like that, everyone needs irony to prevent anemia.
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| Dude.
I was friggin terrified the wind would blow me into the tracks when I
was waiting on one of those island platforms today. Sometimes three
feet of space on either side is just not enough you guys. Luckily I
managed to wedge myself between the stairwell rail and a payphone so if
the wind manged to blow me over it would knock me not onto the tracks,
but onto an AIDS infected needle hidden somewhere on the keypad
surface, hah! Though I probably could have avoided all that fuss and
waited on the stairs. The wet, slippery, metal-edged stairs. Ah well,
you live and learn.
Also, OMG, I wasn't sure I would come in with a face left, the SLEET
BLOWING RIGHT IN MY FACE was so horrendous. The nearly slipping every
ten steps seemed almost a picnic in comparision.
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| Oh, happy new year, y'all.
May it not suck. 
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| Its always a bit disgusting to find hair in your food, but sometimes the world suprises you... and you find three.
But don't freak out yet, you haven't heard the worst part...
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Stopped eating food, yes?
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No liquids being imbibed? (What? It's new Year's Eve, it was a reasonable assumption.)
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Girded thy metaphorical loins?
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Okay.
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(Bet you weren't expectiong this pause)
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The hairs were short and curly.
HOMGSHITSHITFREAKOUTEWWW ^ MANYLOTS!!!!!
Horrorfication.
I'm sure the hairs didn't come from where their appearence implied they
came from, but this is what optimism + mild disbelief looks
like. Kinda like this:  , but with more frown.
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