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2004-02-20 - 3:03 p.m.

I don't want your credos.



Before - After

Often Times I make notes for myself to make sure that I don�t forget something.

Here are a few notes that I never made; that I wished I did.

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If a girl says you are attractive, one way or another, she�s after your wallet.

Everything Ready says is a lie: neat means slob; raise means demotion; respect means disrespect; and thin blond girls means thin blonde boys.

Goat�s eat things; like your hat.

No cell phones on rollarcoasters.

Go to the bathroom before you pass out drunk.

You never need more than 10 beers, unless they are for other people.

A six pack, a movie, and flowers will get you a lot further than shaving your pubes.

If she says she doesn�t want a gift; this means she doesn�t want an really expensive gift.

If she says she doesn�t NEED a gift, she wants REALLY expensive gift.

Don�t buy diamonds at malls.

It is only okay to be attracted to a teenager when you yourself are a teenager.

Don�t try to make out with her sisters.

Or her best friend.

Or both her AND her best friend AND her sisters.

You can�t skateboard.

Strip Clubs in the US are ripoffs.

When it comes to gambling; the house, and dingus, always win.

If you ever meet a genii; two penises ARE NOT better than one.

If you break your arm; don�t eat ice cream � because you will puke it all up right after.

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It�s Friday and the weekend is coming. I can�t believe it.

I have felt so wretched all week from fear. It�s strange but this week has been dominated by fear.

I have a knot in my shoulder, and I can�t wait for the time I am about to spend doing nothing important.

I am weary, and my writing has been fading. I can feel it. Normally my fingers can�t move faster than my thoughts, but I have lost it. The �it� of creativity.

It�s just time. It�s like when your tape player would run low on batteries and the music would slow down. I just need to be refreshed. I just need to be treated.

I need a shot of life.

I need a vial of spirit.

I need a taste of your blood

before - After

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