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2001-04-12 | 7:03 a.m. corduroy licorice was one taco short of a combo plate. "hey felicia," he yelled to the waitress. "donde esta mi taco otro?" *** i just figured out the special key combo to delete an entire diaryland entry before having a chance to post it. i wish i could remember it so that i could share it with you, too. bleh. in summary of words lost in the ether, i was complaining about work overload while celebrating cool co-workers. insert attempting-to-be-clever wordplay, tales of restroom crying and mouthing the fuck word here. vietnam was once so angry, he punched a hole in the wall. i used to think "what a psycho to do that," but now i totally understand that kind of balled-up rage. primal scream therapy is sounding like a barrel of monkeys right about now. *** wink of the day: ascension introduced me to this wonderful band and this amazing song: sweet avenue by jets to brazil
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