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That's all there really is to say.

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Black sheep setting in a tree...

uh?

Nothing else to write...

I think I'm about to lose my job. That sucks, huh?

I've got six gmail invites!

I got to find a new job.

I wrote a really odd fuckin story yesterday. It was strange. I like it. I like strange stuff.

I like a lot of stuff...

Like...

Uh?

(The blogger rubs sleep from corner of eyes and sucks the stale beer can. Thumb flickers lighter, lighter brings cig to life. Blogger sucks on cig and last nights stale beer can.)

Is it New Years yet?

I had a revelation the other day... I want one of those casts that you wear when you break your collar bone. You know, the ones that have you walking around with your arms all out to the side. That way my arms wont get tired when I walk around with my middle finger stuck out at everyone.

It's just a thought really, I mean, you know, I wouldn't really do that or anything. Maybe if... Uh, I don't know. Anyway...

(blogger grinds cigarette butt into ashtray. Beer, stale chug -can is empty now. Thoughts are empty. What the fuck was I blogging about anyway.)


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