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12/01/2004 - Time to clear some fucking shit up
Hi. Okay. Some shit went down. And by "some shit", I mean "my computer". Good news, it works. Bad news, everything that was on here, everything for the site, my movie, my massive collection of por--well, everything is gone. So. I'm going to need some help here. Mike, i'm counting on you for a fuckton of MP3s. Everyone else, send anything you feel like sending. I have Gmail, so space is no problem. My address is in the corner up there. Next. As pertaining to that small chat box thinger next to this post here. I am not gay. I have nothing against the gays, know some myself, but i'm all about the clam. And yes, I did, indeed, draw STICK FIGURE buttsex as a joke. But due to reformation, it's gone now, so don't you worry your little virgin eyes, ladies/gents/transgendred individuals. Anyway! Life has been testing me for a long while now, and I swear, there are, at the very least, 3 points per day where I feel an ulcer coming on, but then something sets it back. It's like i'm a fucking one-man Cold War over here, and the nuke is a whole lotta blood. Whereas, an actual nuke does not cause much blood, other than injuries from debris. ...I've been paying attention in History class. Oh, Twisp and Catsby. If only I could make it to your universe without sense, "non-sense" if you will. Ominous! till the next episode //Greg::8:27 PM EST\ # | |
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