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Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Been bored out of my mind the whole day, and waiting for something interesting to happen that's worth blogging about.

Other than wasting my time sleeping 10 hours last night, spent an hour watching tv during breakfast, and another hour napping a while ago, the next exciting thing happened (other than reading damned notes):

MY SHIT STINKS.

but forgot to take a pic of my shit after i took the dump. so little shit, yet so potent smell. WOW.

hurry i wanna snap my fingers and time will fast forward to 7.30 tmr evening!

THE AUTHOR

graduating. and pretty much lost. black hair, brown eyes, never sick of sashimi.

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