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10:23 am | 09 May 2003 | 'while you're getting worse' I met a boy at the Arab Strap show last night. BECAUSE* i was drunk, for once. Also: thunderstorms, writing on my arm, frustration, and Porkchop's urgent directive: "Pull over. I need to munch a Filet O'Fish." *Instead of "in spite of the fact that," as per usual. Okay i can't deal with anything today, so read this instead. And maybe someday i will tell all of you the new plan Robin and i have: world domination, and a very special houseboy. But until then: BRING IT YOU BEAUTIFUL MOTHERFUCKER BRING IT! love. clm. p.s. one more funny thing--i just got a new batch of 'promotional items' catalogs, and on one of the sample items is the company name "Poolife" with waves under it, so i assume it's a swimming-pool company, but it sure as hell looks like Poo-Life, doesn't it? Bwa! unless otherwise noted, all work contained herein is � claudia sherman, 2002-04. |