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Saturday, August 26, 2000
p.s. -- that last post took me eleven hours.
posted by marisa jo
@ 20:56
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i am having the toughest time writing. i'll type a sentance, then walk away and find some tedious task to keep me occupied instead. though, i suppose this is about as tedious as a task can be.
anyway, this week is finally over and i couldn't feel better about that.
last night was our first party here at six-oh!-nine. we had the funk-fused pre-party here in our room, before we began the cubalution for the evening. kali got so caned -- she kept asking "so really guys, when will this stop?" ooh, what a gem!
and then the cubemunity moved downstairs for... CUBES! recruited several newbie cubies, some earning cubemeister status. the crowd grew (for both the party and the Qbs), and sam and i left for a large, circular stroll. there was some sort of destination, but we didn't exactly know how to get there. we walked a while and found some nice grass to sit in outside of a christian school. well, it wasn't really such nice grass, kinda itchy and pokey, ya know. we layed there for a while and then tried to find a this pharmacy, but it was closed. there was, however, an M&M vending machine in the adjacent parking lot, where we secured some candy before loitering in front of the "NO LOITERING" sign at said pharmacy.
we made our way back and had several more rounds with random people before retiring for the evening. ahh... major session fridays.
we ran into mark at brunch this mornin' and woke sam's ass up for an old-fashioned wake-n-bake. then janine and i compiled a "to do" list. let's see how we've done so far:
- clean stuff up (yep)
- webcam (whoops, maybe.. tomorrow)
- hookah (it's in the mail)
- laundry (oh no)
- cut hair (yes, i look like a fresh cut mental patient)
- don't fall over (hmm... it's early)
- mail (check)
- 40 oz. (it's almost time)
i'm done for now... i'll finish later... (tomorrow?)
posted by marisa jo
@ 20:54
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College is So Fucking Crazy
Yes, that's right folks. College is the most fuckking crazy thing that has happened to me so far. I went to smoke two nights ago with Jason (my fucking counterpart) and these two kids Allison and Matt. We smoked this phat ass joint, and it was the harshest thing i have ever smoked (maybe because I'm an avante-garde pot smoker, who really knows folks, who really knows?). At first I was like "I'm feeling nothing" but that when I started coughing uncontrollably, I got so high that i could barely walk. Then matt was like "I'm going to sleep" and Allison, Jason, and I all walked down the street to return to the "Greek fair" {can you say 'mike is joining a frat'? neither can i}. I was soo kained that they should have taken me to the hospital right then and there. Instead, we go to the FIJI frat house, and the girl and i are waiting for Jason to finish talking to this guy, and we have to wait for him to break-dance for some reason, and we can't take it, and I start cracking up. This guy right next to me is like "whay is he laughing?" and Allison is like "I'm not really sure" and I thought that I was being a creep. Then Allison and I finally can't take it and we run away. we go to siit down on a bench by my house, and I'm totally freaking out on this very high (heheh) plane of existence which I will explain in my next blog because it is a whole other story in and of itself. Let's just say that i am doubting my sanity right now, and i am not really sure that you guys even exist.
more to come very soon...
posted by rayve nation
@ 20:03
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Thursday, August 24, 2000
Holy Jesus! I'm leaving in less than 12 hours!!! This is all very strange and surreal. I'm just going to be thrown into a totally different environment for a good 3 months before coming home!!!! I'm not even totally packed. I got two new pairs of glasses (2 for 1 sale at good ole Pearl), and I'm gonna meet K for some fries at 9 am tomorrow morning as a final goodbye. Oh sadness.......
posted by Record Album
@ 23:49
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alright, so this is the last post from chicago. i am now going to dismantle this beautiful machine, dress it lovingly in bubble wrap, put it in the back of the car and hope for the best. i am now a little nervous. time is ticking by and i cant believe i am leaving the only home i have ever known in around 16 hours. the next time you hear from me i shall be a highclass sophisticated new yorker. HAH!
"caught without people or drink, i don't know what else to think, but i'm gonna grow wings, and sing, amen i'm checking out". that one is for you, matt if you read this...i'll email you when i get to school. that goes for all of you. bye! and im off!
posted by vic
@ 16:02
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air traffic controllers have the highest suicide rate and other lies kit r. told me
the fight with my mother escalated into a horrible mess of stupidity. i realilze now that i made three mistakes.
1)when my mom told me i looked tired and shouldnt go out tonight i said, "rrrright" in a really snobby voice.
2)in a desperate attempt to appear productive when she asked me what i had done all day i said, "well, i had to go to the store to get something to eat because there was NO food in the house". this resulted in her calling me a brat which consequently resulted in me making my third and final mistake
3)saying, "no, YOU'RE the brat".
then she left.
i guess kids arent allowed to call their parents brats even if they are displaying bratty symptoms. i didnt mean it as a character judgment but at the moment she was acting like one too. but i guess im not allowed to say that. now i know. then i left to go to sportmart and buy a duffel bag and blow off some steam with george glass. when i got home i was feeling fine and completely over the whole thing, but my mom did not smoke a bowl and so she was still mad and hell and ready to fight. the whole time im totally caned and can barely hear her let alone comprehend anything she's saying (cuz it was all crazy angry talk anyway) which just made matters worse. then i slip into my high psychologist crap and she starts screaming, "hey, why dont you tell janet london this one!". she was just so mad and acting so stupid that i didnt even want to deal with her. i could barely get upset because i was so confused with her actions. it was so surreal, i kept watching the entire thing and i watched her pull every dirty fighting trick in the book and i couldnt believe she was doing it! i had no defenses except to say, "you're only talking like this because im leaving and you're mad" which we all know is true on a very subconscious level. unforunately, while i could understand her (in a way only a high psychologist can), i couldnt make myself feel sorry for her or feel guilty/wrong. i now know that i should not have called her a brat but she turned it into this thing where she's like, "our relationship will never be the same. im so glad you showed me who you really are (Right, cuz for the last 18 years ive been pretending and this one millisecond long mistake is who i really am). if i hadnt told my aunt dot that we were coming i wouldnt take you to school. i almost left and didnt come back till friday morning. thank you, now i wont cry anymore over you leaving." really, really, mean, hurtful, unnecessary shit that is so not true. it was so stupid. she acted as if though we would never make up which of course we did 15 minutes after the fighting stopped. it's so typical. our twice a year blow-outs. i guess this one was the worst though because i cant play fighting games anymore and that just made her madder. done and done now though. thank god.
i packed all my clothes. i found all kinds of crazy shit in my room but unfortunately not any bags of old drugs or my lost car keys. i guess im not as lucky as a marisa. i did find a pregnancy test and a bunch of expired condoms in a lockable trunk i guess i havent opened for six months. i remember buying the pregnancy test with karen during the dale scare. she ditched school and i was sick and we went to the walgreens on cumberland (not MY walgreens, heaven forbid the checkout lady recognize me in my ill repute). i bought the pg test, a copy of jane and a bag of jelly belly's and low and behold one of the local workers from my store was working at the other store that day. so now janet knows im a dirty tramp. i remember seriously thinking i was pregnant and eating jelly beans on the can pissing on he stick. it was so sick that when only one purple line showed up i was a little disappointed. not really of course, but you know, it would have been a rockstar's baby. "yes son, your father was dale of the eclectics. they were a howyousay, ska band" "what's ska, mommy?" "oh, it's a horrible music that the robots thankfully abolished when they took over." those is jokes.
speaking of robots, i spent the evening with kit r. at blue angel smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee and listening to his lies, lies, lies. god, i love that kid. i do think i am really going to miss him. then we went to the hill and rolled down it twice. he said he won both times but that's because he would get up right away and while he was walking towards me he would slowly move farther away from the point he started from on account of the dizziness. i think rolling down that hill is similar to doing crack as they are both very strong, very short-lived buzzes. the ground was very wet and so both of our clothes were soaked. normally i would use this opportunity for i guess, flirtation or at least an in, but it's just not like that with kit r. it's a sex-free experience everytime. then i drove him home and that was that. he leaves for the badlands with his fam in twenty minutes. who the hell leaves for a trip at three in the morning? they are a strange pack those rosenbergs. kit r. used to be a hard-core raver. i never would have guessed. of course, he could just be telling lies.
i have to get up super early tomorrow and wind my ass up into gear. i have no idea how i am going to get all my shit into my mom's camry but here's hoping the space fairy will come in the night and leave us some. i leave for school in one day and i have no concept of it at all. i guess that's the way to go. i don't know how to do it anyway else.
posted by vic
@ 02:37
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Wednesday, August 23, 2000
okay - couple things i forgot about the kit r. day. this is mostly for you marisa. as we are driving towards the library to make copies we stopped at a light NEXT to the cuhrazy sub-pop samiam ghost car. AHH!!! and the driver and passenger were both old men!!! what? also, kit r. asked me if sublime sang that i just wanna fly song and after i punched him he kept singing some made-up song about "i love my dalmation. i have a dog and it ran away. i miss my dog". i just got in a fight with my mom because i am a jerk. well, it's hard to tell. she has this terrible insomnia so she gets really tired and then acts like a nagging whiner(which i know is not her fault )now she needs to use the phone and i just called her a brat. dammit
posted by vic
@ 16:20
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i don't remember yesterday but i think this might be the greatest day of my life
so, i actually had lunch with kit r... and more, but it isnt as important now as it was then. he's so fucking weird and today he told me lies about the molepeople (yes i know they're really real, but he told some stories) and the congo(where he is going now, NOT india). we went to lunch at the pickwick, had 6 cups of coffee, and then he went with my to my old-school pediatrician at north and clybourn to get my vaccination sheet updated. beautiful picture: all these kids playing with the toys in the waiting room and kit sitting on a chair in clothes covered with paint. then we went back to his house and i met the rosenbergs. they're the nicest parents ever and the whole family has such a comfortable repetoire. we went to the library so he could make copies of these extremely weird pictures he drew/made. as soon as i get my ass in gear (HA!) i'll scan them and makeshift a way to put them up. the whole thing was super pleasent and i really enjoy his company. he told me about how there is this pressure in his family to date outside their race and how he's going to rebel and marry a wasp. his dreamwasp! ha! it is a crying shame that we didnt become friends sooner b/c we complement each other very well. he asked me to do something tomorrow night too. said he'd call me at 9:00. the last thing i said to him was, "sure you will". and then we both cracked up and he said, "no, no, i will". i dont expect anything though. i had to teach him how to use email. this kid has completely missed out on the technological revolution. he tried to convince me his email address started with www. i get the same feeling with him as with my other friends - the one where after you get home from hanging out with them all day you almost accidentally call them and ask, "hey what are you doing now?" because it doesnt feel like you ever left.
frankie came over to watch the real world with k, steph, kell and i and that was weird at first but turned into an incredibly beautiful evening. i am so sorry that you had to miss it kell, on account of that horrible institution. after we dropped off kell, and frank and steph picked up what was supposed to be sublime but turned into mike's hard lemonade we talked on the porch till 2. i seriously think it was one of the greatest conversations i've had all summer. we all worked a lot of shit out and shared so many experiences. it was just beauty. plain and simple. and i am so glad i got to do that with frankie as i have been doubting him so much. it didn't really change a lot, but damn, was the moment perfect.
i just finished up a tearful goodbye with steph. i put my arms around her and felt four years of life flow through our hug. and then i watched her walk to karen's car and i will forever have that imprint of my best friend leaving. it's good that we are all leaving. i truly believe it with all of my being. sometimes i dont know what to do with myself because there is so much love in everything that is happening right now...in my dad's eyes when he told me he missed me already, in every move my mother makes, in the laughter of the four of us on the porch. i just want to take this energy with me. i take all of you with me everywhere i go.
posted by vic
@ 02:20
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Tuesday, August 22, 2000
Hey kids. No, I have not fallen off of the face of the earth; I just haven't had internet access in days (or taken a shower in days, for that matter). I'm having a blast in college and I have met some cool kids, so I think I'll be alright. I've got to go, being that this isn't my computer. I will tell you this, though: Against my own better judgement I wandered into a frat house last night, and I got suckered into playing pool with these two frat guys. I then proceeded to spill pop on their basement floor, but Ignored the problem and continued my pool game. I got out of that hell-on-earth as fast as I could. I am probably more likely to join the order than to join a frat. that's fer damn sure. I will have a full report by today or tomorrow. smell ya guys later. (smell-o-vision, what?)
posted by rayve nation
@ 15:16
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in other news: MIKE RAY WHERE ARE YOU?
posted by vic
@ 03:14
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karen and i went to see the cell. it was really amazing, probably the best filmed movie i've seen in a long time. each shot was perfectly balanced and incredible so that it could stand as a still and be amazing. the content was a little too violent and dark for me but overall an incredible film that i highly recommend to anyone who still listens to my ass.
then i went over to frankie's house to try to get rid of the weird, unsettling feeling the movie left me with. succeeded. now i am just more horrified with frankie and his sickness. today he tried to rationalize that all he wanted was fame and money. after i said, "fine, but that won't make you happy" he replied, "im not looking for happiness". what a fucked-up statement. i cant believe i have known this kid for 15 years and we are still together. it all worked out in the end b/c mary was there and the three of us talking still have a good time. im really going to miss late-night conversations and cigarettes with mary. it's like my adolescence in a nutshell.
now i am off to bed as i feel very sick and hollow from staying up this late and chain-smoking. i guess that's the price you pay. hah! consequences!
tomorrow i am having "lunch" with kit r. sure i am...tell ya what...
posted by vic
@ 03:12
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milestone: drank my first official "college beer". a handsome miller high life (champagne of beers, ya know). i snagged it from one of the baseball players downstairs.
we went to a "party" at another dorm, but both janine and i were rather disappointed/disenchanted with that. i'm very anxious for this first week to end -- it's going to be a long one. so we walked back, acquiring three complimentary beers along the way (score). we searched for a site where we can purchase a hookah, and i think we found a good one. then we smoked a bong and ate these delightful dill pickle-flavored potato chips. i finally talked to andy (i haven't talked to him since he's moved to colorado). and right about now, i should be writing this paper. here's hoping.
posted by marisa jo
@ 02:16
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Monday, August 21, 2000
Well fuck me gently with a big stick (as poor ole Mikey Ray used to say when we were in the soft shells of our sophomore year) because I'm not ready for college. When my mom threatened to call McGill and call everything off this morning b/c I wasn't packing---I really should have made her do it! I mean, here I am thinking, "Well I'm a lil' nervous for college, but that's okay, I'll get through it" AND THEN, I read Marisa's blog referring to homework and I'm all WHAT?! Homework?! I totally forgot about that load of bullshit! What the fuck am I gonna do?! I only have three more days of freedom in the States before I leave for Montreal where I will be jailed in a house with my five crazy housemates!!!!!!!! Shit, I'm starting to think that I need a date with George Glass!!
posted by Record Album
@ 15:30
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okay: first off, JERK, high-vision glasses are ingenious. allow me to explain to the general public (although maybe i shouldn't share this one - it could be worth money someday. wait - NO.): what ya do, see, is get really caned before you go to the eye doctor. this way, if you get really fucked up high-vision, your glasses are calibrated to allow you to see well enough to drive cars and operate other heavy machinery. is this a good idea, folks? maybe this is one for the halfbakery?
anyway, i'm at school. so far so good. my roommate, janine, is just swell. i've met tons of swell kids, really. i don't feel much for writing right now (when do i?). i started my seminar today (8:30 on a sunday morning, no respect). i really should attend to my homework. i've got a bit of reading to do, and that paper due tuesday. goodnight, fairweather friends. (what?)
posted by marisa jo
@ 00:39
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you're taking the rolling stones out. but you're sitting at home with the beatles
karen and i had a lovely evening together. we set out trying to find boys as this was one of the only times we didn't have mike and we could finally do it for real. but after we met the first boy, george glass, all of that changed and it turned into a tour de chicago. we went past the old the old alma matter, took a trip south on the magnificient mile, went to pick up john at rush, drove north on lsd to village north (just a drive-by), dropped john back at the hospital and then went home. it was a beautiful night here for a drive in chicago, in case any of you kids away at school wondered.
now i must sleep for i have a visit with the eye doctor tomorrow. gee, marisa maybe i'll get high first so that i can ge glasses and contacts made specifically for use while high! no.
posted by vic
@ 00:12
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Sunday, August 20, 2000
i called one of my roommates and found out that i have a SINGLE room which is part of a suite that i am sharing with two SENIORS. after my initial shock of "oh my god i am going to kill myself like they say all the other freshman who live alone do" i realized that i am damn lucky. who is more of an only child then me? (except for karen who surprisingly has a single room also). now i can decorate my little haven however i like, play my music whenever, smoke pot w/ no worries or um, sharing (ha!), come and go and sleep as i damn well please and have as many flops as i want on the floor whenever i desire! this is a fucking jackpot! hoo-ha!
p.s. if anyone would like to make out between the hours of 8 am and 3 pm any day during the next week, email me and i'll work something out.
posted by vic
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Someone save me from that hellhole.
Huck Finn's is draining my will to live. I went down to the one at 103rd and Cicero yesterday with Mary M. at about 8. I stayed until 3. 3 tables, 3 meals, 3 bills. 3 trips to the car to smoke. Alone. I can't go there any more. No matter how much I miss mohawk Dave, or kilt-wearing Mike Martshinkie, or all of Becca's friends. Too much sadness. Becca, Kevin, Anna, they're all gone. What the hell am I going to do for a month? Why the hell does school not start for a month? Sleep! I need to sleep!
posted by heinous
@ 14:37
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adventures with me...all three of us
warning: this post is chock-ful of 100% useless links. they work, but i was just being stupid. what do you care about the disco-go-round in skokie?
after all the kids left this morning for their various destinations - college, denny's, what have you - i decided to give myself something to do. a goal if you will. Armed with a pack of P-Funks, a copy of "Robbin' the Hood" and accompanied by my boyfriend, George Glass, I set out.
MISSION: find 40 oz. to freedom used preferably the Skunk records one.
Stop 1: Disc-Go-Round in village crossing. As i walk in "self-titled" is playing. the coincidence amazes me of course, as i am extremely easily amazed. i go directly to the sublime section only to find it is empty! the album was up at the counter on their little, "what's playing now" shelf with a little post-it on the cover that said, "available mon 8/21. reserve now". after finally acquiring the attention of the little punk behind the counter, i asked him if he was going to get any 40 oz. to which he was like, "how would i know?" (and really, how would he?). when i asked him what the deal with having to reserve self-titled he says, "it's because i just got it in today. that's why". i then fumbled around while he was obviously annoyed with my stupid ass and then i left. i was not sold an album b/c the employee wanted to listen to it. oh, sublime.
Stop 2: home to pee.
Stop 3: Record Surplass (sp?) north of dempster on milwaukee.
no luck again. the old stoner at the counter told me it was going to be virtually impossible to find. so i bought two other cds from him instead. saw a tori amos album called "woman on a mission". i almost bought it just because. you know, it fit the day. instead i got the sugarcubes (i cant remember the name of the album but it has "hit" on it) and de la soul "stakes is high". total cost to me: $15.00. the bliss of both these albums: priceless.
Stop 4: home to pee. again. shit, you all know me!
Stop 5: reckless records at north and milwaukee. now, i dont know what time this was about...all i know is that my day-trip with george was taking its toll. by taking its toll i mean i had competely lost track of what the hell i was doing and ended up walking up and down milwaukee avenue around 5 times trying to find my car, or the store, or something...rrright. at reckless i poked around and their sublime section was empty too! so i picked up this crazy thing by the selector. see, i MUST have been caned. then when i had given up i saw 40 oz. tucked away in some wrong location and i snatched it up immediately. it wasn't skunk but fuck, i would have sucked mca's cock i was so grateful just to be done with this quest. but haha, this quest wasn't over. i ended up walking past reckless 5 times. i don't know how i managed to do this but i do know i am a big creep who is 5 steps away from the nuthouse. during my wanderings i somehow bought a pair of shoes which are incredibly cute even though karen says i look like chevy chase in caddyshack. (hmm...subconscious, much?) man, if i looked like chevy chase circa caddyshack i wouldn't ever leave the house. i'd be too busy ripping my tiny white shorts of my beautiful body all day long. i don't even know the name of the shoe store. the boy working there was more fucked up then me and the two of us together trying to figure out shoe sizes was pathetic. half the time we both just stood there staring at each other and mumbling (hey, buddy..lay off the needle). it was very strange. they didnt have my size so i got a size too small and told him i'd wear thin socks. after i paid we stood there for a minute saying "thanks" and "bye" over and over again. perhaps he was just a really big creep and i didnt notice. when i got home and my mom asked me where i got them i was just all slack-jawed and stupid. it's written on the bag - john fleugrove or something. i still haven't bothered to figure it out. does stopping to buy shoes officially make me a woman? has my day finally come?
i returned home and called kit r. who ditched me HARD-CORE tonight. he really outdid himself this time, that little liar! total rachael "i've got your clothes...i'll be there in 5 minutes" ohman stylee: i call and he tells me he's going to a pig roast but what am i doing tonight? and he'll call me at 8 pm after he leaves the roast and goes onto his other friend's house. guess who never called. tomorrow i'm gonna call him and be like, "yeah. it's your watch calling. you're 18 hours late." at this point it's just a little sideplot we both keep around to amuse ourselves. i keep calling and he keeps saying he'll "be there" and never is and no one really cares. i do believe this is the weirdest thing i've ever done. i have absolutely no anger towards him whatsoever. i never feel cheated or dicked around. it's a mutual sickness. i really kinda like it.
watched "all about my mother" with my mother. it's a really beautiful spanish movie. go rent it. it's incredible. it puts american cinema to shame (yeah yeah karen, i said that exact phrase to you but i really like it so bah!).
10:30- give up and call karen who is en route to see too much light makes the baby go blind so i pick up and leave to meet them there. it's sold-out so now me, k, john and 3 of the plus 8 are standing on ashland and foster trying to figure out what to do with our lives. karen "tricked" (re:asked) the ticket guy into letting her use the can and then after she went up the stairs i told him. haha, K, bet you didnt know that! i should have just went home but instead we went to the nervous center which is really a hellhole. the bunch of us anti-social motherfuckers just sat there and barely talked. at this point i am wigging out (the "experimental" music they were playing wasnt helping. total circus on crack) and have gotten really twitchy and dodgy and generally a shady character. i swear those kids probably think i'm a sick fuckin' addict. hah. drank my coffee and then went home and drove around listening to my new de la soul.
overall a very nice experiment in being alone. i really enjoy being by myself. i have noticed that i am becoming a recluse in my own car. when i sit in there enveloped in my smoky little haven the outside world and all of society seems so wonderful and i believe everyone is so perfect. then when i go to coffee with them, i have an incredibly hard time making conversation and relating at all. it's not a bad feeling. and it's not you, america. it's me. since we're all one anyway, i figure i don't really need to talk to anyone else. i can just talk to myself!
MULTIPLIER EFFECT FACT: 2 cups of coffee can cancel out an entire day of smoking dank by yourself. cuz kids, when you're playing with one sort of drug, the opposite type of drug will lessen the effect of the first! like oh, coke and liquor...and you thought stevie nicks didn't know a damn thing.
i have figured out that my eyes have been bugging me because i have developed an allergy to wearing eye make-up. probably because i didnt for a long time and it's cheap shit. so, THAT'S the reason.
mission semi-successful but who's counting?
posted by vic
@ 02:10
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