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You always say, bring you street-life, bring you real-life, that one man's desperate and mundane existance is another man's... techni-color. [[strange days]]
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Take the What Johnny the Homicidal Maniac character are you? quiz!

Unlike the silly person who I stole this test from, I *do* know what it means! JTHM rocks like slayer. Go find NNY and other fun comic stuff to buyhere.

Anyway...Here's something random I jotted down whilst on BART yesterday...

[begin pilot-rant]

Hey all of you out there in internet land! Yea! I have found yet another use for my frikkin palm pilot thing... Writing. I think I think/write better on the go. One thing very stifling about my 'online journal' thing is that I have to be somehow connected to the global consciousness... the internet - the consensual hallucination, if you'll pardon the term. Anyway I am Mobile! Liberated, even. I feel better out on the town - looking - listening - feeling the hum of life buzzing all around me.

Anyway - I ramble.

I'm tired, sore, and for some reason I keep having dreams about getting locked into my old house. (random thought)

[end]

Hrm. Must keep this up...

I like that. I intend to do that more often.

Now I must go back to workie

buh-bye for now. peas out.



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