The fortune reads "Remember three months from this date. Good things are in store for you." I marked the three-month date in my Outlook; nothing spectacular happened that day.
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"Nothing exists except atoms and empty space; everything else is opinion." - Democritus
This is a one-year attempt to record the mundane activities of my life. For deep thoughts, you're going to have to email me.
This is a one-year attempt to record the mundane activities of my life. For deep thoughts, you're going to have to email me.
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- My Heart Will Go On, John Madden....
- Aaaarrrr, That Was a Great Movie!
- Concessions Regarding Sleeping Arrangements
- Conversation with My Brother
- Weekend Update Deux
- A Photo From My Cube O'Horrors
- Gophering Like a Movie Star - Weekend Update
- I'm Out to Ruin Your Children
- Take Your Sex "Tips" Back!
- Last-minute ticket to see this guy tonight. Cool.
- It's Like A Gorilla For Hire
- Who Needs Financial Aid When There Are Blow Jobs A...
- I Googled Myself...I Get an Outhouse!
- 48-Hour Film Festival and Pool Parties
- Charlotte Bronte is a Cow
- I may never be able to watch The Wire again
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Something about a smiling Bill Clinton always makes me feel dirty in a good way. Probably because his penis was the top story every day during my "sexual awakening." (If you imagine that in a british accent, it sounds like "seksewal" which is funny.)
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