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Saturday, September 02, 2000
yeah, so this last week of absolutely running my body through the destruction machine has finally taken its toll and i am ill. i have an incredibly high fever and i am sweating profusely and feel like shit. it was just one of those days that i shouldnt have gone out. and i know it. and i know i should never drink but that didnt stop me from spending twenty more dollars on liquor that wont make me drunk as i am far too sick to know that bliss tonight. fuckin a, body, why do we have to be at such war with each other? why? my new goal is to make peace with the vehicle that is my body. we will work together. i give up.
posted by vic
@ 23:03
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first off john - no one will know you are here until you fix your profile and put your name in it.
im fucking tired. my roommate got me high not once but twice and now i have to summon up enough mobility to get my ass dressed and downstairs to oh god, drink. my friend aaron just called so hopefully that will be enough motivation. aye.
marijuana ettiquette question my roommate gets me high everyday. what would be the proper method for thanking her for such graciousness? she isnt very chummy so i cant just be like, "dude, thanks for getting me caned". i mean i guess i could but she's not like that. is there a universal method to this? somebody please get back to me or mail me the answer to my burning question.
damn. time to drink. argh!
posted by vic
@ 21:10
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Hey hey hey! Hey! Well I I don't uhhhh Yeah. I don't know what to write. But Let it be known that I am finally here.
posted by egeus
@ 17:43
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nyu is withholding a precious package of taoist material from me! damn the system! damn the inefficient man!
posted by vic
@ 17:31
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So here in the town of New Hampshire, I find the winds quite brisk. Suffice it to say yesterday was Zeppelin Rules day. The Beloit crew decided to swill it up with likenesses of the fine wine "Paisano". Case in point from 6 to twelve all to be seen was a blur of happy days and henry Winkler on a two wheeler. So as the winter passes by I look forward to the morn. Zeppelin does indeed rule(the wine bottle that is). Play Ball!!!!
posted by marko
@ 16:01
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shakespeare is absoultely incredible when you're really high. i highly reccommend it!
posted by vic
@ 15:30
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this just in: I AM COMING HOME FOR THANKSGIVING! THANK YOU! so, i'll see you all then! yippee!
posted by vic
@ 12:45
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well, as i lay in my bed looking at the mound of puke i deposited on the floor last night and then passed out too soon to clean up, i can only think one thing: everything's gonna be alright. i had too much fun last night as i am known to do when tequila comes into the picture (WHY? WHY? WHY cant i just stay away???). after a frantic phonecall to my mom in which i explained that i just dont understand the whole hott/sex thing all the girls are doing here, i put on my sex-worker shoes and got mildly hookered up for a hottsex night on the town. i love lying to myself. becky and laura had both gotten fake ids earlier (nice ones too..from maryland) but they were too chickenshit to use them so we went to our thai restaurant and ordered two bottles of nice white wine (i believe it was pinot grigio..is that nice? i dont know really) and dessert. we are such jerks. i kept saying, "excuse me, i'd like a sip of my sweet wine to go with my sweet desert". let me tell you, that dessert (a very nice thai rice pudding with lotus seeds and some sorta fruit) doesn't look so sweet lying on my floor right now, dammit i have to clean up that vomit and stat! we then stumbled back to my room to use the can 4 times a piece and ask gillian where we could go to get more liquor. cuz we really needed more. so the three of us went to picholitos to get a PITCHER of frozen margarita. laura decided she couldnt drink anymore so all she did was take stabs at it and becky and i were left to finish it ourselves. our incredibly cute waitress laughed at us and then we left as some boy was playing the cheers theme on a piano. we told him we knew george wendt's nephew and that my house back in chicago is cheers. well, i told him that cuz that's my crazy hightalk anyway. we then stumbled harder back to the dorms and there were some kids sitting outside with a guitar and little bongos playing sublime songs. it was the most beautiful thing i've ever seen - especially after talking to marisa and longing hardcore for the hippie life it just lifted my spirit so much to see a little community here. one of the kids said, "we're gonna unite this whole place". i love it. i met some other really nice kids too, it was wonderful. then i fell into my bed and puked all over my rug. at least i aimed on the rug and not the carpet as i suppose that would be even harder to clean. i think i'll just be able to scoop the pile of puke into the garbage and then wash the rug in the machine. unfortunately sometime in the night i managed to knock over everything on my windowsill including a full ashtray and a sublimevase of flowers. i also apologize for my last completely incomprehendable post. i am now off to clean up my life/mess. god i wish i had a plastic bed because then it would be so much easier to get the vomit off my pillowcase.
this is pukey signing off.
posted by vic
@ 11:57
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wow, i feel soo left out. I haven't been abusing any substances at all. (I did smoke a cigarette with Alex last night, though. My tongue is burned this morning. [aww geez]). Last night was the first non-school night after school officially started. Did I let loose and party? of course not. I went to see High Fidelity at midnoght with Jeff, Alex, Gregg, and Alex's roomate Rob. Man, it was really boring, and I totally get the hate your vagina thing. That song was full of name dropping; uggh. I did enjoy the little Belmonte & Sebastian reference, though. I then walked Jeff home to his South Side dorm, and I rode my bike (yeah i know) back up to North Side where I live. I then played Four Square with Alex, Gregg, and Rob. I felt like a cigarrette, so I got Alex to bum two off of some kid, and we both smoked in front of his dorm. I feel kinda bad, because Alex had quit smoking after smoking like a pack a day, and he hadn't smoked in months, but he did last night. oh well. I didn't go home till 4:30. we all just talked and talked. we shared 'being forced to go to the psychologist' stories and other such nonsense. Man, what crazy kids i've stumbled upon. So I roll to bed at like 4:45, and then my cousin Mike (he's 28/29) calls at 9:30, And I answer the phone like a stoned pirate. He's in town with his girlfriend and my sister Claire (what???!). They have been sailing on their yacht all along the great lakes, and they want me to see Cleveland's air and water show with them. Well, I guess I'm off.
posted by rayve nation
@ 11:10
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i am very drunk. we drank a pitcher at some mexican rsutaurant shoqwe name i cant ememeber. there were kids playing fuck9ing sublime in front of pur hall. i net a boy name julian who goes to suny something who i can camp with for the weekend. i wrote a drunk email to kit r.anfd that was befopre teh margaritas. im fucked and it's time for bed. i ,ove nyu. i really do. and i lopve becky. and laura even thought shes from new jersery. and i loven that jomn boyn on 10th. im so sorry. i wilkl ave to edit in the morning. no i wont. ggooodnoiht. one love/
posted by vic
@ 02:48
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Sure you're happy, but what about being able to type so that you form real words? guess who still hasn't fixed that profile. oh look it's me. hm, still feel extreme contemp for my mother. and now i think bob is a real ass. i'm tired of being grounded. But kelly, this wouldn't happen if you'd just obey! yeah well, this wouldn't happen if these rules were built on solid logic. i can't cut the cord fast enough...
posted by Kelljoy
@ 01:05
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Friday, September 01, 2000
why is it that every time i get drunk i really really love college? we went to this crasy tghai oplasce and got two bottles of wine. we are happy.
posted by vic
@ 23:17
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it's been a subtley crazy night. we started schwilling our forties of olde english after dinner, 'round six or so. we sat under a shade tree and this one security guard walked by and said "that looks like a fine study group." we then declared "olde english" as our majors and toasted to that. becky and i rocked the swing harder than anyone has ever rocked it before. drank wine-in-a-box out of a water bottle. took a barefoot stroll with jesse and mark and hula hoops. we went back to sam & mark's, and tom (their r.a.) gave us all a talking to. he took me into his room by myself and considered asking him if he wanted to make out because i am a jerk (hahahaha), but realized that was inappropriate and just listened to his schpeeeeel and gave him respect. we took off and puffed down in the alliance house. i had some nutty conversations with kids tonight, i dunno. it's been a day. yep. it's so fucking hot. i love it. i think i'm overwhelmed with more than i can describe. and i love that, too. one love and goodnight.
wow.
posted by marisa jo
@ 01:33
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Thursday, August 31, 2000
oooh, so you know how i had tha freak-out a couple days ago? turns out it WASN'T a panic attack. it was from a little thing they call PCP. nothing like an elephant tranquilizer on your second day of college. for some reason, my suitemate has a soft spot for it (what?). thanks for telling me. welcome to new york.
posted by vic
@ 10:16
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ack! i have entered an insane internet world! all i was trying to do was work gnutella because they have a firewall on napster here and now i am involved way over my head! what is this crazy world of IP addresses and mIRC32!? i had no idea this existed! mike ray! could you please help me? (since marisa obviously has no time for anyone. that was mean. i dont care)
posted by vic
@ 00:14
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Wednesday, August 30, 2000
the upright citizens brigade was aight. it wasn't as funny as it could have been but still, it beat ole aheyhaber with a stick. plus, it was free. becky, daneane and i went and we met up with bill and omar there by accident. i know there have been many warnings against omar, but seriously folks, his evils are powerless against me. we went out to dinner and on the way there i decided i really dont like bill because he is a bullshitter and he always thinks he's right. however, one glass of some very nice wine has changed me and i now would like to jump his bones. just right now, though. not later. i dont see myself hanging out with him too much in the future. he's a social butterfly and he likes that kinda nonsense where as i do not. diff'rent strokes. now i am off to bed as i am getting up mad early for an activities fair. haha, fair. goodnight all my friends and lovers. i miss you all and love you.
posted by vic
@ 23:10
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today i went to this workshop on spirituality. it was tres interessant. i met this other girl who considered herself a taoist and we had lunch. i finally got my meal plan card. so now i dont have to starve or pay outta my pocket. ooh, the things i will do to avoid doing things i have to. rrright..did that make sense? anyway, i am off now to see the upright citizen's brigade right down the street. i love new york so much. it's so damn conveinent and um, jumping, for lack of a better word. i cant wait to see the pics karen!
MARISA - could you please take a second from your watering pranks to quit ignoring my emails? it's at the point where it's really starting to hurt my feelings. yeah im a pussy, you knew that.
posted by vic
@ 17:35
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our latest clever scheme:
sunday morning. take the screen out of our window and sit perched with water pistols, shooting passersby, while sipping tea. kinda makes me think of that part in trainspotting, ya know, in the park. except that we're no hardhitters, just american.
posted by marisa jo
@ 16:48
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marisa, please make out with rivers cuomo for me.
well, the weezer show in buffalo at runwayz which i was planning on trekking to is sold-out so no luck for me. dammit. im listening to them right now. this day ended up being fabulous despite being id'ed at the party and then wandering around aimlessly in this incredible city until becky's fabulous roommate daneane's even more fabulous cousins buyed us 8 bottles of boone's. (all gone. two tears). i chilled in my room with aaron from orientation and his cool roommate, pat and their friend in my building whose name i cannot recall. she's really cool too. im sure you/i will be hearing about them a lot. im so happy to have becky here. everything is lovely but perhaps that's cuz im drunk. no. everything is really lovely!
MARISA - PLEASE EMAIL OR GET IN CONTACT WITH ME!
i have a new idea if you ever get your ass in gear over this page. i think i might just do my own as i have space on nyu and with my new ethernet connection i have many uh, connections.rrrright. regardless - GET IN TOUCH! IM SERIOUS! I MISS YOU!!
alright, i love you all. this is me, in my census shirt, signing off.
posted by vic
@ 00:57
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Tuesday, August 29, 2000
i have a weezer ticket! thanks to evan's pal, eric. yay!
classes started today. after an a.m. session with jesse, i made my way to intro to sociology, taught by a young man in a bowtie. i bought my books today, but my visa was rejected. so that sucked. but luckily i had a backup, and now i can get my learn on. the only mail i received was from the human resources office, telling me that i need a permit before i can start my work study. so i should probably think about doing something with that soon, yeah.
i've spent the rest of my evening very unproductively. everyone else has studying to do. ooh, but not me, not yet.
i'm enjoying myself. yeah. it's been a good couple of days. not too talkative though. feeling kinda beat.
blah. don't. want. to. write.
"my weekend was like ben & jerry's phish food ice cream: it's absolutely fabulous while you're eating it. but then you feel like shit afterwards." -- what my fantastic roommate, janine, said to her professor this morning when asked what food best described her weekend.
posted by marisa jo
@ 23:31
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oh god vicki; 5 minutes after reading your latest blogg, I heard "I Will Survive" blasting from a dorm down the hall! cree-py...
posted by rayve nation
@ 22:57
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ok. college is good. i am finished with my crippling home sickness. and lemme tell you, it was crippling. but in the midst of this crazy cheap jewelry store called sowhat'shot in soho i had a moment. the place is in this basement apartment and when you walk in it's like being hit by a wonderful treasure chest of eyecandy (helps if youre stoned). it's incredible. i was standing looking at these supercheap beaded art necklaces (6 bucks for something that wouldve cost 35 in chicago!) with a 70 year old woman in two boas and a straw hat on one side and a drag queen on the other and i decided i have to be a new yorker now and roll with the muthafucking punches. and just as i have this incredible overwhelming sense of all-rightness i realize that none else but "i will survive" is playing on the radio. oh yeah. one love.
posted by vic
@ 19:45
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i cant figure out what to feel about this. it all seemed very funny until i stumbled upon the 18 thumbnail galleries of soft-core porn (mostly female ass shots creep, dont get whiplash trying to click the link fast enough). shit, i gotta go eat lunch. marisa will you please email me your phone # and shit?
posted by vic
@ 10:53
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if i played with jawbreaker, i'd sing: "i love you all."
posted by marisa jo
@ 02:38
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well. all's well that ends well. after i awoke from my horrible trip i went downstairs to see if becky wanted to get dinner. we went to this very pricey indian restaurant but it was well worth it as we were both rejuvinated. then we walked around, attempted to see a hypnotist, met up with my friend aaron from orientation and then waited in line for a comedy club we didnt even go to. supposedly chris rock was going to be there but my lack of patience for lines outweighed my ambition to see him. after a brief conversation with a very nice junkie in the park (she got in a fight with a guy while we were talking to her) we returned to our rooms. i then apologized to my suitemate for my earlier freak-out and her friends and i smoked a little more and then measured all our heads. we were going to do the density test (stick your head in a bucket of water - measure the displacement) but only gillian (my roommate) and i were game. then we watched sinead's high videoes on my tv (gee, have i left home at all? no. parallel universe). now i am off to bed happy as a pig in shit to be breathing.
whew. everything's going to be alright. where was bob when i needed him earlier?
(i am sorry this post was so parantheses happy.)
posted by vic
@ 00:37
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"that's okay -- i'll just have to cut all my shirts." [that's me, on my big guns]
posted by marisa jo
@ 00:00
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Monday, August 28, 2000
oops. sorry about that last post. if you will refer to two posts down in which i jokingly say, "i cant take care of myself" you will see that is the direct reason why the previous post happened. the combination of dehydration, no food, new college environment and some very intense marijuana has led to my journey into hell. for some considerable amount of time, i think around two hours, my thoughts were terrible devil filled ramblings to the point in which (and this is awful: i am a nerd) i had to go get my cool suitemate and break her away from the session i had to leave so that she would feel if my heart was beating really fast and i was having a heart attack. it wasnt of course, why the hell would it be? after she convinced me that i hadnt taken drugs that had ruined my brain forever she told me to lay down and shed wake me to get falafel in twenty minutes. i couldnt leave when she came back though because i was still going crazy/recieving all the painful wisdom of the world at extremely fast connection rates. so now ive officially freaked out. steph, you and i are one. well, i mean we're all one...
posted by vic
@ 19:40
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guys im freaking out! i think i smoked some really curhrazy bud. please sned help/! ahhh! college freakouts!
posted by vic
@ 15:49
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College is Fucking Crazy Part 2.1 (but at least i know i'm in real time)
Yes folks, college is still crazy, but at least I know that I'm not going crazy because I talked to Vicki and my parents yesterday, and now I know that both realities can co-exist (heheh). Also, I have started classes today, and I don't feel like I'm living in a commune anymore. Yes, all is well in Cleveland, OH.
p.s. hey marisa-when is the monster going to include all five senses, ya big jerkface?
posted by rayve nation
@ 15:16
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in the daylight everything is so gory/you can hear snatches of stranger's sorry stories
oh ani, tell it like it is.
i got my ethernet set up and lemme tell you - i dont know how i ever existed without it. i love you ethernet!
i also found my friend, chris, from orientation and he did all the gruntwork for me. by gruntwork i mean all work.
now i will explore the possibilites of highspeed access until i pass out from malnutrition. i have yet to eat since ive been here. why you ask? because i cant take care of myself really in terms of eating, sleeping and other bodily needs. oh well.
i need to go on a mission for some vitamin p after that. somewhere in san francisco right now somebody is trying to order a pizza and is saying, "jesus. what's the problem? it's easier to get heroin!" hah.
posted by vic
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so anyway... we ended up in madison yesterday. we being mark, sam, alex, janine, and me. it took a little work to get janine to join us -- but jah, mark and i convinced her via wacky puppeteering. we didn't find our hookah, but we did see a little boy of two or three years old bang on a drum kit, and two men in zoot suits stroll down the street swillin' on some martini and rossi. we went to the world's craziest taco bell, and we raced the feds down the interstate. then we came home to enjoy our forties of O.E. i must share with you my new favorite drinking game: roxanne. it's quite simple, really. you flip on the ol' police tune and drink everytime sting says "roxanne". gets tough toward the end, especially with forties, ahh. i think we had some major sessions for the rest of the night, i dunno, blah blah blah.
met up for brunch at noon, then took it easy the rest of the day, including a nice lil' kava session. felt a bit indifferent all day. watched the simpsons. started drinking citrus smirnoff with becky. a party built up in our room and then traveled around the rest of the evening, here and there, everywhere. goodtimes, and goodnight.
posted by marisa jo
@ 02:34
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Sunday, August 27, 2000
college is fucking crazy part 2
ok, so after arriving and decorating my beautiful room that i love more than anything, i decided to wander around and try to howyousay meet people. hah. i did buy an overpriced cd though. it's a sublime bootleg. the black album. ive never seen it before so it was worth my 20 dollars. the kid in front of me was buying sublime bootlegs too. it has a lice chicago show on it. perhaps the one kit r. saw. he saw them back in the day and he only stayed for one song. he says that some hippie came up to him and said, "they're going to play the grateful dead song" and he stayed for that and then left to (coincidentally) smoke crack. but i digress...
so i buy the album, chill out in my phat pad and then go to my mandatory hall meeting. this whole time i am trying desperately to find someone to smoke up with.
the mtg was informative and helpful and a good way to meet people. heehee
the senior who is in my suite was there and i got to meet her. she's an orientation leader so i immediately start freaking out about smoking pot and how am i going to get away with this blah blah blah...
i come back to the room and we're talking and she says, "i hope you dont mind that i smoke cigarettes" oh my god. how happy am i? so we smoke cigarettes in her room and she shows me pics of the hippie communist children's camp she ran a theater program for this summer. then i ask the burning question - "do you smoke pot?" and like always (why do i still doubt? must stop that!) the answer is "of course". so we smoke the bowl i have left and she is so cool and just like us. it was crazy parallel universe (thanks mike for planting that idea in my head) cuz the whole time im like, "wow, she is just like us, but different" and i kept thinking she was going to drop the bomb and be like i thought she was going to be and she never was. it is incredible to let preconcieved notions melt away. what a wonderful feeling. god bless college.
then becky and these two girls come to get me and we're both totally caned (of course, when have i ever seen becky when im sober?) and i start freaking out and cant get the door open and im running around like a damn caned chicken with its head cut off trying to find the keys i dont need to open the door. when i finally do all three of them go, "what's that smell?". becky gives me a little look and i am left standing there slack-jawed going, "uh, budee budee budee". shut the fuck up.
we go to this totally whack ice cream social. note to self: stop thinking that you can meet people in a crowded creepy social setting.
then we split up from becky's two roomates and we go get coffee and pastries at a restaurant with a ghost waiter. and i got carded buying cigarettes from a street vendor. and i had no id. becky bought them for me and i handed the guy the money. oh, new york. hold me.
now i am back here. and my suitemate's got the hookups but shit is DAMN expensive up here. christ. mom, dad, i smoked all my money away. again.
point is: everyone smokes pot. including your cousin, your roommate, and your mom. mad thanks to mom by the way who unwittingly supplied part of this excursion by leaving a roach in the car.
i am off to bed sorta now. one love! goodnight.
posted by vic
@ 22:25
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I'm in my second year of college and other lies i told the customer at morningfields...
Just for the record, Kit wasn't lying about the air trafiic controler suicide rate. It's also very high in librarians, dentists, and cheese deprived tapeworms ( hm, let's see if i can make a refernece to that tale in every blog). Anyway, (Vicki, if you will recall the creep from last summer) i told a man over a year ago that i was interested in attending NYU and that i was going to major in journalism (he asked, i don;t know why). He returned a exactly a week later, only, this time he thought i was going to attend NYU in the fall and major in writing. I didn't correct him. It went on like that till september. well, he's back. He asked me how school was and how my writing was going. At first i didn't recognize him. I thought he was one of Sheila's weirdos. then it all came back to me, hitting me like a frieght train filled with deception, donuts, and foolish games. so of course, i keep up my little charade. I'm writing for the school newspaper. I'm enjoying school. why am still here and not back in school? well, i'm staying home for a semester. I only hope no one blows my little cover. so that was my adventure with el creepo. I'm glad to hear you guys are enjoying the college life! now i have to go do my homework. my high school homework. The black market white baby dealer, is hunting aroun over seas. my black market white baby dealer brings back clean fresh white babies for me. PS this was kelly. stillh aven't fixed that profile.
posted by Kelljoy
@ 13:56
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btw, marisa - wasnt that email from louee the best thing you've ever seen? and guys we've been spelling it wrong - it's kained! well, maybe he was just spelling it wrong as he was kained caned at the time.
posted by vic
@ 12:56
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alright - real quick...just moved in. mom just left. i barely cried im so excited to be here. i havent even unpacked - i am such a nerd. still using fucking aol until i get my ethernet card. i am so happy. my room is a massive palace with a walk-in fucking closet! it's non-smoking but when it's a single isnt that really just a suggestion? like, one-ways...or speed limits(still didnt pay that ticket..need to do that). im smoking a cigarette and i cant find an ashtray. i knew that sublime bottle would come in handy for something! more later...must unpack now! one love!
posted by vic
@ 12:55
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