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[03 Jun 2022|01:41pm] |
90% friends only
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| CHRIS! |
[22 Mar 2009|02:35am] |
Greetings,
My name is Chris.
thank you and Godbless,
Chris
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[09 Mar 2009|03:09am] |
this is my friend chris. and he is pretty amazing.
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[17 Jan 2009|04:40pm] |
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OH MY GOD i am so tired of douchebags who are complete assholes to everyone and then complain about how everyone they're around is always so rude to them!
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| la dolce vita. |
[26 Nov 2008|01:52pm] |
a couple weeks ago my dad set up the projector and we watched some 16mm home movies my grandpa had taken in the late 50's through mid 70's.
i took a few shots with his point and shoot that came out kind of neat.
most of these are post-my-parents'-wedding-70's in southern italy and some back when they lived in torrance.
( a lot more )
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[18 Nov 2008|12:18am] |
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FUCK this shit. seriously.
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[17 Nov 2008|10:16pm] |
i love when people assume my car is old and ugly enough to be hit by their cars and then drive off.
it smells like smegma outside.
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| oh damn |
[21 Oct 2008|12:03am] |
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ian is supar kewl
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[09 May 2008|06:18pm] |
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i wish i had a friend who'd get high with me and go play some soccer.
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[16 Feb 2008|01:11am] |
dani + some whiskey + online friend = harrasing people on second life + inevitable nostalgic hell = a brief and pointless existance = a lot of exclamation points!
complaining online + expressing concerns about the oppressive origin of aunt jemima > sober crying.
saturday night live hosted by will ferrel = mega lawlz!
staying up afterward to watch death to smoochy = eventual laughter!
travis = an okay guy.
go me!
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[05 Nov 2007|12:24am] |
spam emails are fucking wierd...
Date: Mon, 05 Nov 2007 08:18:08 +0000
From: "Miosek Smallwood" <hailing@canvas.nl> Add to Address Book Add Mobile Alert
To: supersonicsiamese@yahoo.com
Subject: palsied
God dag,
IIncrease your S.E.X.[U].A.L health!
Murmur and a rapid tide of people setting up the the almighty
would be offended at seein' a bairn his i should prepare
something quite different—milk can fool me, you little cub.
i know you're in has warped his judgmenthe will make no
attempt.
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