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:: Sunday, February 09, 2003 ::
My computer has been giving me enough shit as of recent to cause me to consider reading the fucking ones and zeroes myself. Put five shots in the both of us in an hour, I know I'd be better at it than this unnamed bastard cookie counter. When will I go through a day without a hard reset? When will I pass an enjoyable time, safe from the fear of an aim-transferred porn ad? When will my new speakers stop fucking popping? I don't like returning things, but damned if I don't demand perfection from my [parents'] money. There are about 12 Perrier bottles in my recycling bin. I think I could fit at least 4 in Bill Gates' rectum before he passed out. Virgin Suicide time.
:: Aziz 8:17 PM [+] ::
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