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Jul. 22nd, 2004 06:48 pmTonight on my way home I passed a man standing in front of a trashcan warming his hands, except that the trashcan wasn't on fire. I would have mentioned it to him, but the manic smile on his face scared me away.
Two men in the same number of days have called me 'barbie doll.' What -is- that shit?
My dead chicken bite is famous. No, really, I mean it. The phrase 'oh yeah, I've heard of you...you're the one that got bit by a dead chicken' was uttered at least once today.
Alright, so let's organize for the Scottish games. Me, Jeff, Oscar, Cat, and maybe Mark and Sean...which day? Saturday? Who wants to drive?
Also, Mark and I may or may not be going to watch horse racing on Saturday, and we may or may not be dressed up like we're from the 30's. If any of you would like to be notified if a positive decision is reached, lemme know.
Two men in the same number of days have called me 'barbie doll.' What -is- that shit?
My dead chicken bite is famous. No, really, I mean it. The phrase 'oh yeah, I've heard of you...you're the one that got bit by a dead chicken' was uttered at least once today.
Alright, so let's organize for the Scottish games. Me, Jeff, Oscar, Cat, and maybe Mark and Sean...which day? Saturday? Who wants to drive?
Also, Mark and I may or may not be going to watch horse racing on Saturday, and we may or may not be dressed up like we're from the 30's. If any of you would like to be notified if a positive decision is reached, lemme know.
