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Something very bad happened. 
I found out that my Mothers Bible thumping, Jewish, Lesbian, beach friend wasn't at all interested in taking my mother away to live at her beach house. Today I descovered, that forty-something fast talker, was interested in me. Sexually. Blatantly. I really think I need an adult. A responsible adult possibly from child services. 
  It's like I'm sending out some sort of crazy pharamone that attracts sibling figures and unattractive people with bad hair. Yes I've been known to chase a few skirts, and be rather affectionate to certain other redheads, but Jesus Christ on a bike. What kind of message am I sending out here?

I think I need to make some straight friends... 

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Right now, I am not hungry. I am not even nearly near wanting any sort of food substance to be chewed and swallowed as a slimy, biomatter mass. I do not want to have outside decomposing food stuffs, inside of me at this moment. Before I can go downstairs again, I have to make disappear: 
-One obscenely large bowl of salad with corn kernels, lettuce, capers, pickles, artichoke hearts, olives, cheeses, crutons, and leftover chicken (from how long ago I don't recall).
-One large plate half smothered in a mountain of over cooked, leftover then microwaved potato quarters, and a undercooked, clucking, salmonella inspired side of chicken breast with skin.

On top of all this, the meal is probably covered in bugspray or some other chemical purposefully placed to poison me.
If I were making my own meal,  tonight it would have ended up in a bowl of Cambels chicken noodle soup at eleven o'clock.


And I still don't know what to do with all this food. 
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I love Jellybeans! Especially now...
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YES, all my dignity must go.
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Just guess what I happened to be listening to when I saw this.
Saddly, no matter how many late nights at the moon, secret stops at
*Starbucks*, critiques of Cocoa, and mispronounced nordic artists, I am still not nearly hip enough.
Music:
CRAIN WIFE
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2 socks.
2 hours.

It's cheaper than taxidermy and nothing has to die.
thought:
energetic odd
Music:
tuff ghost
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