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I'm tired and spacy... and as always... the final question that gets…

How Random Babbling Becomes Corporate Policy

run the fuck away

Mad science gone horribly, horribly wrong(or right).

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run the fuck away
I'm tired and spacy...

and as always... the final question that gets asked is...

Remy... where are you

Hate it when i lose important things like myself. I know it's around here someplace but I'll be fooked if I know where.

Is it boterhsome that I throw all these thoughts up here? I always thought my life was so dull- I always failed at keeping a journal because of that... and so in the end, I go bink right here, when I realize that my mind is full o shit to scribble in here.

'Manda Ssarah and I started formulating a hilarious rant... we're going to convert it into a script for either a radio skit or a comic or something of the like. Majorly broight idea it is...

Don't call me that! I hate my name!

And look at it this way... most of my marquee's are nonsequitor, mainly because it is so annoying. But I'm silly that way.

I love you.
  • hmmm. you've given me an idea. I'm going to start misspelling my name with varying amounts of S's. They're my favorite letter lately because I read Always Coming Home by Ursula K. Leguin. Gyre... yummmm.


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