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My oh my here it is: the last entry for this journal. The pages are flying by. I sent a letter to Glimmer Train, kissing ass, asking for a $29 prescription, uh- subscription. I finished all my homework, too. Tomorrow I've got to go to some teacher's conference in Van Nuys. Still got envelopes to fill. That mutherfocking field trip has fallen through again. Still have to get that BCLAD sh!t figured.
_ "Shut up, you stupid fuck, or I'll throw you down the stairs and break your fuckin neck and say it was self-defense, and nobody around here will believe you more than they'll believe me."
Grolier's says Dylan Thomas' poetry is obscure.
The movie "Sphinx" is on television.
Smoked a joint on the toilet.
I wish I had some good picture to look at. Some of this footage of Egypt is cool, but it's interspersed with so much schmaltzy dialogue. "Whatever Happened to Baby Jane" is on next. Isn't that the one where Bette Davis puts a rat on Lilian Gish's plate?
At school today the kids wrote stories about the Mad Doctor Suffix.
I missed the trivia game tonight. I'd like to draw something, but I don't have the right image.
I'm going to have to break down I think and read the user's guides to some of these computer programs. I snaked a stapler.
~~~~I'm going to do an origami Godzilla. Should I stay or should I go from Sharp?
What the motherfick else? How about that Balanced Budget Amendment?
Here is the last page. I've barely been writing in here a little over a month. I should learn to play bridge and pinochle. I played a little pickless guitar today. I ate a double quarter pounder with cheese and dipped my super-sized french fries in mayo this morning. Urgh. My heart. Jupiter is probably a failed star. Lucky for us. Chick looks like a porn star. Brahms liked to write lullabies. I like my chances in that Glimmer Train contest. Scabs in my nose. The turquoise-green eye fell out of the Christ-fish bottle opener hanging on the doorjamb. I haven't had any hard alcohol in over ten days. I'll be getting sid Fri. on Chicago in Flor Campana. I wonder what novel to read next. Einstein's Dreams? Half-Asleep in Frog Pajamas? I haven't checked my e-mail today. I haven't done my sentences in a while. Haven't written in my school journal today. Haven't read from the Ultimate Baseball Book today. haha
My oh my here it is: the last entry for this journal. The pages are flying by. I sent a letter to Glimmer Train, kissing ass, asking for a $29 prescription, uh- subscription. I finished all my homework, too. Tomorrow I've got to go to some teacher's conference in Van Nuys. Still got envelopes to fill. That mutherfocking field trip has fallen through again. Still have to get that BCLAD sh!t figured.
_ "Shut up, you stupid fuck, or I'll throw you down the stairs and break your fuckin neck and say it was self-defense, and nobody around here will believe you more than they'll believe me."
Grolier's says Dylan Thomas' poetry is obscure.
The movie "Sphinx" is on television.
Smoked a joint on the toilet.
I wish I had some good picture to look at. Some of this footage of Egypt is cool, but it's interspersed with so much schmaltzy dialogue. "Whatever Happened to Baby Jane" is on next. Isn't that the one where Bette Davis puts a rat on Lilian Gish's plate?
At school today the kids wrote stories about the Mad Doctor Suffix.
I missed the trivia game tonight. I'd like to draw something, but I don't have the right image.
I'm going to have to break down I think and read the user's guides to some of these computer programs. I snaked a stapler.
~~~~I'm going to do an origami Godzilla. Should I stay or should I go from Sharp?
What the motherfick else? How about that Balanced Budget Amendment?
Here is the last page. I've barely been writing in here a little over a month. I should learn to play bridge and pinochle. I played a little pickless guitar today. I ate a double quarter pounder with cheese and dipped my super-sized french fries in mayo this morning. Urgh. My heart. Jupiter is probably a failed star. Lucky for us. Chick looks like a porn star. Brahms liked to write lullabies. I like my chances in that Glimmer Train contest. Scabs in my nose. The turquoise-green eye fell out of the Christ-fish bottle opener hanging on the doorjamb. I haven't had any hard alcohol in over ten days. I'll be getting sid Fri. on Chicago in Flor Campana. I wonder what novel to read next. Einstein's Dreams? Half-Asleep in Frog Pajamas? I haven't checked my e-mail today. I haven't done my sentences in a while. Haven't written in my school journal today. Haven't read from the Ultimate Baseball Book today. haha
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