Is there a reason I must maintain this blog? Is there a point to all this nonsense? Why, no... of course not... hence the name. Duh. But it doesn't matter. I will pick my nose, take my meds and ground myself for not doing my household chores. I will slap my tits, study the actions of depraved minds, and dream of a better future. Because when a spider bite gets you high, anything can happen.
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Tuesday, December 11, 2007
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