wanna go HOME now...
SATAN DRIVES TO WORK

 
  Some Notes. La! Ha Ha. Sorry.

28 April 1999


9:18 PM: Hahaha! Oh come on now, do you expect me to believe this is a real search? You're just trying to get me to notice it.

my first name must be ye aint shit cause every time i drive by bitches be like ye aint shit

I just spent the last three hours formatting an article about 50 ways a young Internet billionaire boy (although the gender is never spelled out) could spend a billion dollars or so. Oh ha ha, it is so madcap! Yeeech. I feel completely unclean. I need some of that degreasing soap they have in garages. Deimmoralizing Gel.


10:20: I'd love to stay and chat some more, except that honestly, I wouldn't, I was just being polite.




Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.

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