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newer-older-profile-gbook-notes- e-mail-dland P[w(oe)U(hoa)]=1 05.08.02 at 2:44 pm 0 comments so far let's talk about the embarassment of this eighth day of may, shall we? a substance upon my shirt which i sought to suck off. perhaps that's bad enough in and of itself. nonetheless, in the process of sucking, i acquired a coffee stain on the shirt surrounding the shape of the original substance. as i was biking to class�at the beginning of my ride�i was slowly going up a hill on a narrow path. i was dangerously close to the edge while passing a young woman. i began to teeter and as soon as i was past her, i fell over into the bushes. she didn't laugh out loud, but she should have because it was funny and i laughed at myself. gaspacho? that's a soup/salsa of a cold sort, right? i now can attest that taste is not an accurate judge of a food's quality. only its end result can judge, if you will. oh, my stomach. i'm either a candidate for an ulcer or premature death. one cannot know. maybe a candidate for both! stats is going to kick my ass. fucko. maybe it's not the food, but stress that manifests itself as indigestion.
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