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[15 Dec 2005|01:11am] |
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Shawn yelling at me: A doon coon, fucking doon coon saudi fuckin' osama bin laden sympathizin' faggot AIDS patient
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[25 Nov 2005|10:04pm] |
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Kief is the single most contributing cause to the schmearing of my glasses lenses.
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| Everything I did in my life that was worthwhile, I caught hell for. -- E. Warren |
[29 Oct 2005|03:38am] |
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Broken glass and still so much hash... what the fuck. Threats that some angry words are going to barge down our door. I'd hit him with the 'Side Walk Closed" sign... comic enough.
Funny wrought nerves on strung out alcoholics -- college students.
One question: why do you fuckers bother doing it to yourselves? Fucking funny scene, though. Keep up the good work -- I'll keep watching.
PS. Open door policy on those who want to CHILL THE FUCK OUT. Everybody else find another area to display your social ineptitude.
... I'm bored.
[End Transmission]
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[15 Oct 2005|07:04pm] |
It is so hard to spell combo....I can't hit the b right.
Now Shaina will type for Summe
KIEFFFFF, I'M SO GONE ON ROBITUSSIN
EVERYTHING...WHEN I TOOK A SHOWER EARLIER I LOOKED IN THE WINDO AND THE IMPRINT OF THE BRIGHT LIGHT WAS ON THE SHOWER CURTIN AND I WAS LIKE "THAT'S NOT REAL" BUT IT LOOKED REALLY COOL.
EVERY LEVEL AND EVERYTHING LOOKS DIFFERENT.
Now back to Summer:
Shaina just typed a bit of what I said.
Now I will watch more Four Rooms.
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[05 Oct 2005|06:32pm] |
Hana:
Please change the picture of me that's on the info page. It's monochromatic and makes me look like a chameleon that is very strung out on cocaine and vodka.
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| In Inchoate Thought |
[05 Oct 2005|06:24pm] |
Da na na na.
Has anyone seen the other box of kleenex?
Oh, there are garbage cans for the bathrooms. They just haven't been placed in the bathrooms. I'll do it later.
From Dan:
To The Jobless:
Get Jobs.
And do your dishes! Your mother doesn't live here, so pick up after yourself.
Mwa,
Summer Rose
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[10 Sep 2005|01:18pm] |
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So it looks like I'll be coming home a couple of days early
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[08 Sep 2005|10:28am] |
I decided to finally post on our community. Yay!
I think we should have a living room cleaning coalition tommorow night. I think half of the glasses are in there. Who knows, maybe we'll find a dead whore ("quit calling her that") in the sofa mattress.
That's about all I gottsta say.
Much love,
Summer Rose
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| Try to wash off blood with blood... |
[06 Sep 2005|02:25pm] |
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There are three very important things that I need to bring up with everyone in the house:
1.) I am sensing a disturbance in the house... this could be the result of the Native American burial ground that was disturbed when I was digging for mummies in the back yard last night... OR... there is a rift in the space / time continuum, and those from bizzar-o world will steal our lives (remember, they can read your minds... so wear the tin-foil hats I made for all of you this morning).
Either way, people, the inter-dimensional brain bugs are no laughing matters.
I, of course, claim no responsibility for the whole matter.
2.) Please don't ask me how I got the semen stains on Jesus to make it look like he has a swastika carved in his fore-head al la Charles Manson... it is an uncomfortable story that I would rather not discuss, as it might inhibit my political ambitions to become Robot Overlord of Uruguay.
3.) My final request is:
Please, somebody clean up Satan's Asshole... with your tongue if need be (he's going to like that).
I would do it, but there seems to be a small wardrobe down there that is not mine, nor do I know who owns it.
IMPORTANT NOTE: If nobody claims the underwear in the room, please do give them to me: I am planning a sculpture of Andrea Dworkin made out of men's underwear (semen stains, of course, are obligatory – I will ask for donations at a latter point in time ** Jerk-off onto Andrea Dworkin!!!1**).
PS. Please forgive the frequent mention of semen stains... nobody really gives the comedic value of semen stains their due justice.
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