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6/25/2009 3:17:14 PM
Dear Diary,
Today Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson died.
Death is no laughing matter, therefore I am going to hell.
3/19/2009 7:10:34 PM
Teriyaki chicken thighs, steamed rice, and bok choy. Throw a little hoisin sauce on there and we had ourselves some premium Asian food.
I rock.
In other news, the two 'Toga party' photos are the most recent, taken on Mar 17th/09
3/15/2009 8:55:27 PM
This avocado bacon sandwich is delicious.
3/10/2009 2:57:35 PM
After further inspection of this website, I discovered the 'Mail Control' options. I've left a generous gap between my allowed pant size number and the border of hiring me at McDonalds.
This is not your window of opportunity. This is me, simply giving you, the benefit of the doubt. As far as intriguing conversations are concerned anyway.
What's your classification of 'Pervert'? And would you consider yourself to be one?
3/4/2009 6:17:18 PM
I am not fond of age gaps that are higher in number than my pant size.
I will not reply to your messages if you look like a manager that would like to hire me at McDonalds.
I will not reply to your messages if you look like you could play golf with my father.
If you're sitting there, wondering if either of these apply to you, then the chances are, they do.
Move along, and Thank you for taking the time out of your busy day to contemplate the possibilities.
