2003-12-05 - 3:55 p.m.

La Femme Idjot.

What is it with girls and presents that turns them into squeeling, dizzy idjots?

The Oriface has it's party tonight and all the Secret Fucking Santa shit is under the tree. The girls in the oriface are like fucking 4 year olds. My present to Mar about as large as a letter.

I got him a $15, one month subscription to online porn. And a card. I even made sure the site had homo content, just in case Mar is hiding something from the rest of us, or wishes to taste that what should not be tasted...

...the forbidden evilness that are gays.

(No homosexuals were harmed in the writing of this entry....Although 3 breeders found a new appreciation for womens underwear and 1 for trannies.

The author lives in Vancouver with his Shitzu and collection of antique thimbles and regardless of rumours, does not paint his toes.)

0 of you fuckers have been accounted for.

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2003-12-05 - 9:57 a.m.

MDK.

There�s a thin layer of death that separates you from reality. No, really. It�s the truth, not a gothy fucking clich�.

Your top layer of skin is called the Stratum Corneum. It�s made of dead cells.

Today it was as if I had no stratum layer � that the acid mantle of my skin was bare to the wind. I could feel the various breezes and see the eddies of turbulence caused as it flowed around my body. I could FEEL smoke on my face.

Sure. I�m not fucking crazy. Sure. I�m a picture of mental fucking health.

0 of you fuckers have been accounted for.

old shit. - newer shit.