listening to: the Green Album!
singin': the Green Album!!
lovin': my Rivers

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Good weekend for the most part! But then, I'm pretty talented at blocking out exceptionally shitty stuff.

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Go check out Jenny's recently updated page! She's still fiddling with it, but there's still some real fun shi-at! I mean, I'm not gonna tell you where, but there is a very silly little .gif thing to play with that had me occupied for so much longer than it should have. But, oh! it is fun!

(Hope you don't mind the pimpin', Jen? I would be tellin' you iz cool right now, but alas, j e z e b e a n is somewhere very vague.)

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Why do we have fingerprints? Pallavi and Lloyd and Adam and I can't figure it out. Also, are toeprints unique? --Okay, Pallavi and Lloyd say they are. Apparently, I'm out of the print loop. Guess what? Lip prints are also unique! So ladies: save that cheating bastard's shirt with a lipstick stain on the collar! Not that the FBI would willingly let you into its lip print database, but I really bet it's not their highest security priority.

But then, what do I know? Maybe the lip prints of the wild females in your city are a matter of national security.

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Okay. I've listened to this green album about 10 times through now. And I really don't ever want to say anything that will prevent Rivers from marrying me after he meets me and falls madly in love, but. I really don't think that many of these songs put this on a level with the blue album and Pinkerton. I'm rapidly getting addicted to Photograph, and Island in the Sun is catchy.

hip hip.

But I really have no attachment to the rest! I think I may cry.

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And! Let me say.

BITCH ASS MOTHAFUCKA!

(No one out there in virtual world think that that is directed at them. Well, unless my evil nemisis Ms. Gray has decided to keep up with my weird day-to-days so she can one day exact some sort of even more twisted and cruel sort of revenge on me for having escaped her dimension of conformity and repressed hatred for the world without ever giving a damn about her or the drones.)

(Ah, but as I was saying, the original intent was only to let out some of my pissedness that things in the world suck sometimes. I'm sick of it! The world really needs to get its act together on that, dude. I mean, I don't think that very many things that have happened to me over the course of my life have sucked to a degree that I couldn't handle, but I just know so many people that are going through so much shit right now, and the kind of shit that I really don't know how to make better. Some because I'm not in a position to stick my nose in, some because the only thing that'll make 'em feel better is a little time, some because I'm a dumb, stuttering dork. And those... I just don't know what to do about those.)