| I LOVE ENGLISH WOMEN!!!!!Even over telephone, they sound so animated and complex and posh and sexy and NAKED Jesus Christ!! It's like free phone sex all over again!
That is all.
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| People who broke the internetHere's your important pie. Please confirm receipt.
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El pancreas! Me no habla espanyol.
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| Good morning baby I hope I'm gonna make it through another dayYeesh, so emotional.
Hottentot. There are 3 million more where my sister came from. 3 million of them breathing my air. One behind me, another in London. The one who tells me to turn off the tap when I leave it running while I make fresh smelling animals with soap suds. The other who yells at me when I drop the incence tray that broke into pieces. 3 million! If I can't brainwash her, I sure as cancer am not gonna brainwash myself so I learn to live with it.
I have two types of friends. The ones I can bring over and the ones who need to stay very far away.
Just because a lot (A LOT) of people I know are in college, doesn't mean I have to be in college too. Fight the system! Stand out from the crowd! Even if you have to live in a box.
I know someone with a speech impediment. How do you talk to someone with an accent without the question of where they come from slipping into the conversation? It's distracting. How do you ignore someone who talks too much?
Jack Kerouac has been denied a Visa to come sleep over at my place. He sent a Biology text book instead.
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| So I'm big-headedWell, Spartacus, at least I don't POLISH MY BOSS'S ASSHOLE WITH MY MOUTH like you do, fucking hypocrite.
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| All is barrenI met up with a friend yesterday whom I haven't spoken to in five years. We talked all through the night about changing the world. I almost lost that spark.
I think if I were to die, I'd rather be blown to pieces and scattered on the ground than be wrapped up neatly in white cloth, with my hands clasped over my no-longer-beating heart like I'm desperately trying to grab at any trace of pulse. It's a most humiliating position to be in.
Cookie Monster.
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