[spongemonkey]'s diary

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Written about Sunday 2007-01-14
Written: (6522 days ago)

"squash the uprising! Defend the state! Down with the Democrats!"
...
"...um, sir? They're a political party, not an uprising."

X]

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Written about Thursday 2007-01-04
Written: (6533 days ago)

you know what I could go for? Seriously whacked out metabolism.

*sips chai*

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Written about Friday 2006-12-29
Written: (6538 days ago)

"...that country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and mid-nights stay. That country composed in the main of cellars, sub-cellars, coal-bins, closets, attics, and pantries faced away from the sun. That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts. Whose people passing at night on the empty walks sound like rain..."
the October Country

X3333333 I love my Bradbury, why yes I do. <333

Everyone should go read that book. Right now. Right. Now.

are you reading it yet?

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Written about Wednesday 2006-12-20
Written: (6547 days ago)

so, I guess I could Do all that stuff that needs to get done, or draw or go downtown, but really. I think it would be waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay more fun to stay at home and get really sad.

:\

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Written about Monday 2006-11-27
Written: (6571 days ago)

Next in thread: 883798

get bored and take a nap = really awesome idea, get bored and try to smoke a piece of your pants = really fucking BAD idea.

*hack* >_>

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Written about Saturday 2006-11-25
Written: (6572 days ago)

This is an every year event.
Have you started yet?

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Written about Wednesday 2006-11-22
Written: (6575 days ago)

tonight (4:45 pm) is the perfect time for driving thirty some odd miles to sit in a park and a) listen to strange children talk about drugs and fucking, and wonder a loud to the invisible octopus sitting next to you on the swings whatever happened to not being an asshole("and oh, wally! don't those stairs look FABULOUS?") or, b) watch a man in in a black trench coat, a man in a flannel shirt and a little old woman hid little black boxes and manilla envelopes in birch trees.
They both seem like mighty fine options to me. :]

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Written about Friday 2006-11-03
Written: (6595 days ago)

Hey guys.

cell phones burn.

:]]

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Written about Tuesday 2006-10-31
Written: (6598 days ago)

Sleep? Sleep? Sleep.
*inches towards bed*

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Written about Sunday 2006-10-29
Written: (6599 days ago)

Next in thread: 869104

Psssshhh. nevermind, bitches. :]

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Written about Thursday 2006-10-12
Written: (6617 days ago)

'Cause I couldn't bear to part with it completely. :]

BOB'S NATIONAL ANTHEM!!!

My name is Bob~. I live in a trailer~. And I eat beans out of a can~. <twangtwang> Poor Bob. Bob should move to Bob. Where everyone runs naked through the streets and are happy~! <twangtwang> Now Bob lives in Bob~. He's fairly happy~. And now he understands~. So folks come down to Bob country and bring your gang or company, and we'll all have a wonderful ball~~~~! Bob country~

A little bit of Bob's History, by the lovely Eva.[Girl of the Canopy]

Once upon a time, a thrifty nifty time, there was a poor sad province in Canada who was poor and sad for the most woebegone of reasons.

Woe, woe, woe! Said the Province, How woebegone am I. I am so woebegone, because I do not have a name. I do not have a name because I am so very woebegone that no one will give me a name and they just look at me sadly and shake their happy little heads and whisper and walk away.

One day, someone over heard the province moaning and took pity on it. Real good pity. Soon there was a vote springing up, and you could read about in all the newspapers all over the country, and probably in another country,too, maybe.

There were several names being voted on.

One of them was Bob.

Bob was a good name. Not a good person name, because seriously, when have you ever met a real live hominid named Bob? No, it was a shitty person name, alright, but a real fine province name. So whaddayouknow, Bob was a very popular name, and everyone was very excited because the woebegone province was maybe going to be named Bob and not something stupid like Quebec or Ontario or anthing else kind of silly and long like that.

But then came bad tidings. Bad, baaaaaad tidings. Bob had not won. The province was not named Bob. The province had a name, now, but the province was still woebegone because

Woe, woe,woe, Said the province, how i long to have been named Bob....

And still you can hear this sad sad call,to this very day.

The End.

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Written about Sunday 2006-07-30
Written: (6690 days ago)

Oh, Celtic music thats been going for the past six hours down the hall...you fucking suck.

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Written about Saturday 2006-07-15
Written: (6705 days ago)

Hmmmm.
Well.
Fuck.

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