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RaJ
Tayster
factory_peasant
Surfer Mitch
Scared Bunny
Jake
Hof
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Sass
Pajiba
Tristan Roy
Radiohead blue eyes,
crooked teeth,
intellectual,
goofball,
slacker,
socialist.
Stuff and Nonsense
You LOVE Me THIS much
What Came Before
Steff
Crystal
Lyvvie
Cate
OEN
--spared--
Rachel
bitchy
Dlisted
Janet Charlton
MPH
Go Fug Yourself
the pretty pictures
Owen Billcliffe
No Traces
Sam Javanrouh
the professionals blog
Matthew Good
Margaret Cho
Rick Mercer
Tony Pierce
Whil Wheaton
Waiter
shameless self promotion
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she puts on her make-up and brushes her long blonde hair
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Anyone on facebook can read this now and I don't think it's making a damn bit of difference to my traffic, but that's what I get for post like 3 times a month for an entire quarter right?
Well everyone knows I'm moving (you didn't? Now you do.) and as such I've been going through my crap getting rid of the crap I don't really need at all. There is so much of it too. I'm sitting here now with this supposed boar's hair brush I got a dew years back. I'm pretty sure it's not really boars hair and I'm also pretty sure that in the 2 times I've used it since I bought it I won't miss it if it's gone. So where do all the things I'm parting with go? To a certain extent they go to my friends. I give a lot of it away as I don't mind giving it to people who will use it. In the mean time I'm conflicted and wondering what to do with these things that I know logically I don't need and barely use. What is the point of keeping that shit?
Ok so now I have to unpack something because I obviously need ti get rid of because cool as it was and all I don't need it and it's not like I'm stuck with it as I'm stuck with this lousy frigging sinus cold-allergy attack I'm suffering with.
Speaking of suffering I got home from John Mayer, yahoo wee he should done more songs I say!!!, to find my door barricaded with the boxes I had stored in the basement. I couldn't even get the the handle of the door as the boxes were shoved against it and piled on top of one another. I was forced to rearrange my room at midnight to get them out of the hallway so that I was not going to be accused of blockading the bathroom form others, even though technically I didn't do that they did because my bedroom door is directly across from he bathroom door.
I left a white board not telling them that before they do me any favours they need to ask if I need a favour. Surprisingly dip shit and fuck head's only response to that was to ignore me all day yesterday and today. Amen, hallelujah.
Keep blogging.
ghost writer Ambrrrr at 3:27 PM