well, it's day two of updating two damn blogs, and let me tell you, it's not easy. i'm tired all the time, i hardly sleep, im edgy and i'm oozing blood from my eyes, although that last one might not be related. the edgy thing is hard to get used to. usually, i'm all happy go lucky, enjoying life, taking things in stride, being heartstoppingly attractive at every turn. now, i'm edgy, i guess, because aparently thats what they call you when you cut up a classmate's face with a razor and defecate on her messenger bag. i tried to explain the artistic merits of my actions, but it fell on the deaf ears of the class, who just wanted to worship me as some sort of vaguely rock-and-roll art house demigod. i mean, i apreciate the cash and numerous, numerous sexual favors, but i can't get you into heaven, ok? not even to meet kurt kobain.

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yech, i don't know. it's all dusty, and theres a paper clip and a used kleenex inside. im better off pouring the milk into the bathroom sink and drinking out of that. jeeze, i have to wash this stuff.