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September 16, 2002
I'm gonna wing it with Movable Type and see what happens. Let's think of some things to say... I saw a cute boy at the park this weekend, with an itty bitty baby puppy, and he was all shaved head and glasses and pad of paper and pen, and from the distance I could make up all sorts of optimistic stories about how smart he was and what he was working on and it was so endearing how girlfriendless at the park he was, much like i was boyfriendless at the park. And so I worked up the nerve to go over and say hi (to the puppy of course) and he was neither smart nor smart. He was more along the lines of the 21-year old thug variety, and then I remembered: I don't even like purebred dogs. So, fuck that's what i say. Thunk at 01:18 PM |
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