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:: Saturday, February 21, 2004 ::

Tonight was right. The bright, verbally adriot yet nor'easternly rooted tempest ventured forth, slipping free from a temporarily loosed bond to enjoy the pathetic pleasures of the uncoupled. Enjoyed it terribly yet the air is thick with gazes and behind my sight, a slippery barbed annoyance found an unprotected wedge of flesh to plunge into. Water strips away soil until one day a river flows, easy and calm, without tension or pressure. With this latest jab, it finds the same plot of skin worn and solid, accustumed to subterranean jibes and selfish pondering. Each stabbing pentration finds a smoother past than the last time. Unable to irritate as before, these vicious barbs slide harmlessly inside, consumed by dynamic conversations and mental acrobatics, unable to clutch at shreds of pink as before.

I found a forbidden emotion reclining on my doorstep this early morning. I stepped into it without a second breath yet when it spoke to me, i felt regret and remorse. Perhaps the goal of such IS such yet one still longs for a similar face to emerge from the mist. Someone to hold on to you tight and share warmth.

:: sandy 4:44 AM [+] ::
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:: Tuesday, February 17, 2004 ::

Sean bragged recently in an email, responding to the complaints that he doesn't respond to emails enough:

"so I spend it doing useful things like compiling westlaw points..."

Is this sort of like "Magic: The Gathering" for law students? Lets find out.

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Setting: A late night at the Jacob Burns law library

"and I use.. THE EVIL GAVEL OF SCALIA!!! Take that you 'My Cousin Vinny' piece of SHIT!!"

The giddy future litigators gathered around crane for a better look at the offering from the self titled Seante of Torticus.

In unison they moan, "OOOOOOOOOooooooooooh!!!!"

"BRILLIANT!" "MASTERFUL"

Shouts of praise echo through the dimly lit athenaeum.

A fiesty 22-year-old, named simply "Fernando", gazes longingly at his older classmate. Clutching an annotated Barron's ConLaw, a gift from Torticus last semester, he whispers to himself, "And to think that tonight, the great Westlaw Point champion himself, will be letting ME fuck him in the ass!!"

:: sandy 8:13 PM [+] ::
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