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:: Thursday, June 02, 2005 ::

I can see posts all the way back to the beginning (march 12 2003, bitch) on the actual webpage version of our blog, so i think its ok. If something had been ruined in the middle, well, how to tell?

What if your face doesnt stop growing? I hear there is a danger of rodents taking up refuge inside paunchy cheeks. maybe those birds were lining up, gathering the components of a new nest. The little babies nestles inbetween the molars. Birds that close will whisper secrets and laugh at each others jokes.

:: sandy 5:34 PM [+] ::
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:: Wednesday, June 01, 2005 ::
I've figured out your ultimate plan you sick FUCK!!! has your quest for the Pitt Sheath driven you mad? Oh, dont be coy..

"what? i dont know what you're talking about you insane Tyler-clone!!"

Your anti-dentistry lifestyle -> your eating binges -> food in teeth -> rotten tooth -> removal of wisdom teeth -> liquid diet -> loss of weight -> sheath. God i hate you, you brilliant scaliwag.

Now, how am i supposed to one up you (because that is my purpose in life). Perhaps I should beat myself about the jaw, breaking it in many places (blaming it on a ego-enraged Fernando), and there you go!! Liquid SHEATH!!!!


I have a dream report. yes, i actually wrote down a dream i had:

Somehow a lot of my friends and family fell through the ocean and some sort of transparent barrier to be delivered to a bustling underwater city world. Then our luggage gets lost and i become really angry when i find out, telling my mom how that was our only ticket out. but after a bunch of yelling and anger, mom explains how candy selling is very lucrative and if Dan is still willing, we could make candy, above-world candy, that we could sell and make our way home somehow.


underworld city: the area we were was remeniscent of some sort of mall. Lots of amber undertones. The ceiling wasnt defined clearly, a thin wavy layer of vinyl, like a bubble. very crowded, with aisles and along one side was something akin to a deli counter were the "candy" was being solid. This is the below-world candy was. the city was dark as there were lights within the city, but the area above the ceiling was pitch black as we were deep underwater.

I found out our luggage was lost when my mom showed me a new trunk that she had obtained.. i instantly asked, "where is our luggage?" and she said it was lost, as if it the airlines had sent it to the other sea-city. I was furious as if I was angry at her but i was really angry and afraid taht we would be stuck there forever. I swiped at a really large bright white, shoulder high flower that was near by and it exploded into a cloud of white smoke/petals/flower-stuff.

somehow dan new how to make candy and that when my mom suggested the whole above-world candy thing.

In case it means anything, i ate a pack of skittles and watched Scarface before i went to bed.

:: sandy 8:49 PM [+] ::
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:: Sunday, May 29, 2005 ::
I think one piece of the the puzzle that was uncovered last night is how precious a good stoop is.

You could have a deck or porch or something that appears on the surface to function in the same way, but only the stoop has that ability to put you right up against the precipice. No other spot can you both feel comfortable lounging on your own property and a shove a good friend into oncoming traffic or into a crowd of cocaine crazed octagenarians

This brings us to a briefly touched upon thought i had, the concept of spontaneously becoming young again yet retaining your memory.. but first i just want to say here and now that I want to be part of a blow-infused hoard of whitehairs, scooting around DC, defeating all challengers (whether they challenged us or not) with a blinding display of chemically infused walker-fu. Come up with a name for our gang

swimming was surprising difficult.. i guess i hadnt thought about it in such a long time.. the actual strokes that is. getting the breathing right to do breast stroke.. i was always in such a rush to clear the water away and didnt have enough time to inhale.. i just stuck with sidestroke. it was nice to do it though. i feel like a large rolling pin has drawn me out and left me warming in the sun. i do have a nice little tint goin. nice

Oh, i also got up in Snieecrash today. i think i have that guys car.

:: sandy 5:26 PM [+] ::
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