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| My cell phone has not the ability to create umlauts. Uncool! | |
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| My drinking buddy just hooked me up with a free ticket 4 Spoon. Sweet! | |
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| I stagger forth into the humid eve, lightning fills the western sky, and I feel happy. Ah, the simple pleasures. | |
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| Fuck, dude, whatevs. Words of wisdom in an uncertain world. | |
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| Am I unreasonable for getting peeved over ignored text messages? I think not, cuz it takes 2 secs. Anyway, I purged her #. 2009 is, um, interesting. Right? | |
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| If you really work at it, you too can send sarcastic and ironic texts. I have faith in you. | |
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| For the 6th time ever, I knocked the 8 ball in on the break. First shot of the night. Awesome! | |
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| I love when friends call me with a story about a George Clinton and P Funk show that would make Ford Prefect proud. | |
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| Today is my 10 year anniversary in Austin. And hope, thank Bob, does spring eternal. The dark days make the bright seem brighter. | |
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| I am a bag of broken glass. Resonance from The Mote in God*s Eye. | |
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