i just moved the last of my stitches from the only house i've felt at home in while living in halifax. difficult, but i had strict instructions to "not get too emotional" so i pretty much heeded them. i tried to leave a couple of sketchy pieces as sole pieces in a drawer to freak out g's mom-- the single-most negative nancy i've ever known. all i could find was a used lube applicatior (also used for other things) and a burnt weed pipe filter. sorry, meat-- it's all i could find. i drank lots of gin there and checked my email and talked back to her which was second to punching her out and pushing her into a deep pit of red hot lava and sealing it up so the most-ever keen search team would never find her.
on a lighter note, i sold 2/3 of my hot new product today.
on a lighter note, i sold 2/3 of my hot new product today.
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You did leave something behind, a bag of rocks under the couch.
Probably has some significance.
And for the record, Meat was an ABSOLUTE HEINOUS BITCH during my hopefully last ever encounter with her.
Oh how I hate rotten Meat.
oh, i know. she is a bitter, rotten bitch from hell. i don't say this often of people, and i notice your caps when you describe her. she's the antithesis of a breath of fresh air.
I love your f'n blog so much.....just so you know. I read it all the time
just so you know, I love your f'n blog so much that it kicks my ass with my own ass
just so you know, i love that you have a blog so effin' much that i'll kick my own self-titled ass with my own japanese 7" ass all day and all the night and i are still so young during shite or better weather. hooray for everything!
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