5.28pm
Wednesday
17 November 2004

Don't talk to me about morality
Don't talk to me about reality
Because as it is the world is not all right

--Travis Morrison

Somehow, I have gone many many days without a nail clipper, and even though I have numerous nail clipping utensils at home, I have somehow neglected to think about this at home, and every day at work, I just stare in horror at several nails with ragged, nasty edges, and think how sad it is that I have no nail clippers here.

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I don't think I have eaten a wholesome meal in many weeks. Perhaps this is why my stomach hurts all the time and I crave nothing but chocolate milk. Perhaps it is also why my work and entries have so goddamned hella disjointed!

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Thanksgiving is coming up soon, and after that it shall be almost time to decorate Christmas trees and drink cider, both of which make me want to do a little jig just to think about. It is good that my body is still voluntarily doing jigs, because constant body movement is the only way that I will survive the frigid ice and snow that are but a whisper away.

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My phone is such a piece of crap. It won't lock anymore. When I press the buttons to lock, it just smilingly bounces back to the main screen, UNLOCKED. Why would something like that just spontaneously stop working? Oh, maybe for the same reason that my phone decides out of the blue to turn into a voice-filter to make me sound like the EFFING EXORCIST. And it's not like I don't have reason to want to lock my phone. Last time I accidentally called my dad, he taunted me for days about what he may or may not have heard as he listened to me and my friends and our drunken bar ranting.

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I have to go so I can get a salad and something wholesome and nutritious at Whole Foods, and maybe also put up my new curtains, before heading over to Dave and Becky's.

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