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Look! Yes, I have been fucking w/my diary. Yes, I still have no idea what HTML is. Yes, I am aware that pink, red, and orange don't go together. No, I don't care. I once dyed my hair a combination of pink, bright red, and orange. It looked like a highlighting job gone horribly, horribly wrong. And I loved it. I saw the weirdest thing today. My rat buddy was going about his rat business tonight, completly ignoring me while I scowled on the bed. Then I put in Johnny Cash. 'Daddy Sang Bass,' to be exact. I swear, on all things holy and edible, that the rat stopped what it was doing, climbed on a stack of books, and (while staring at me) proceeded to bob its head along w/the music. When the song was over, he scampered back behind my desk. The first time, I was amused. The second time, I became a tad frightened. Yeah, two hours later I went back and put the song on again. I was curious, OK? Exact. Same. Thing. Now I kinda like the buggy-eyed little fucker.... Forever 23, my ass - 01.25.06 P-Nutz - 01.20.06 My nose hurts - 01.16.06 And really bad eggs - 01.13.06 I ain't no Alex Trebek - 01.11.06 � |
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