Ruining my love of club football...absolute and utter cunt of a human being...id rather be in a room with Robin Williams than him...i could take losing my babee to a less horrible individual(life imitating art imitating life) but this, THIS, i just cant abide. i do love being immature in Paint though...yeah this'll learn him...this'll learn him reeeeeeeal good.
2. The best things really DO come in small packages. I watched The Djarling (sp?) Limited t'other day(as well as the Squid and the Whale-Wes Anderson is all up in my grill) and it was pretty good...but the preceding short is unbelievable...every word, look, action well everything takes on vast importance...i wonder would my life seem that interesting if i only exposed people to tiny five minute segments of the most poignant parts. Life is very long...i don't really know what i mean anymore...i have a point...i just cant quite get there...SAKE...this happens all too often in my life.
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3."Now we all say its in God's hands but God doesnt always have the best God-damned plans now does he?"
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4. RE: Yesterdays conversation- Ive changed my mind on the whole favourite chat-up line issue-I mean as much as i need to know whether any potential girlfriend is into Mudhoney before anything happens my how i met your mother moment would be ruined if i had to say i told her to touch me i'm sick and she knew it was a song rather than solely disgusting.(its important to note ive never used a chat-up line ever)
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5.Im not sure how i feel about this...i always support the unheralded underdog...if im not the underdog but in fact the popular choice then do i have to stop rooting for myself? How much easier would life be i stopped rooting for myself in this whole affair?
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My sentence construction has been off all day.
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Jay,
You are a runner and i am my father's son
{o,o}
)__)
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