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- Euphonically (no, not euphorically) Circadian
- Smoke signals
- Blank Slate
- Coma
- Flippin Out
- Cafe Girl
- Best New CD Ever
- Violence
- Run Like Hell
- All phallic imagry aside, this is my mind right n...
- Edit
- The Phoenix
- Sox win!!!!
- Portal
- Fun snuffed
- U Can't C Me
- Comminucado
- Six questions that I answered
- Funny argument
- Popping Immaculites
- Hair Cut
- Reasonable Context
- Mantra
- GFDFSPAFSA (Yankees vs. Red Sox)
- Dammit (Cafe GirI while watching Yankees vs. Res Sox)
- Insatiably Salacious
- Unfrozen Caveman Centerfielder
- Fruit Pie the Magician
- ...
- Hippo Birdies 2 Me
- Reset
- Cloudbusting
- So much for the afterglow
- F. Scott
- #700
- Pelting rain
- Dad
- One Down, 2 to Go
- Soda jerk
- Bonds
- Cafe GirI is cool
- Roots
- Ramones
- Broke my beloved sunglasses tonight
- Here we go
- Not to make light, but...
- Fever Dreams
- Ascend from the ruins my friend Crawl from the r...
- Weekend Assignment #23
- Hearts and thoughts, they fade away
- Non Track Rat
- And they're off...
- Track Rat
- The horses are on the track
- Uh oh
- Welcome back
- Fate looms
- http://www.obvious.fsnet.co.uk/
- Twat it with a rock?
- Make a puppy or kitten happy today
- Epic entry
- Fenway in Iraq
- 17 Days
- Disruption
- Low tide
- Yankee's rot. So?
- The soundtrack to The Mission
- OY!
- Bounce
- Tonight's notably observant equation
- Opposite coffee table cam
- Post Dub Diner Stop
- Coffee table cam
- Funniest. Headline. Ever.
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4 comments:
Whew what a ride! Don't take this the wrong way, but your journal is like mental rape sometimes. Dark and brooding, a scary dark alley we should probably avoid. But we don't. What DOES that say about me. Hmm.
Dear Slate, you're a lot of things, none of them blank. Mrs. L
The anglo-saxon version of Leon Phelps.
A good laugh!
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