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Behind the Broken Windows
2002-05-09 15:27:40 (UTC)

Flaming Death Monkeys

Once in a great while, I will have an excellent day.
This is one of those days. I feel rested, hell even
energetic. I have a bit of a sore throat, but that's not a
big deal. It might be the fact that I have a gold card
tommorow. This needs explaining. In our school, we get these
little things for perfect attendance called gold cards.
Basically, they let us skip a day of school.
One way or the other, I'm in a great mood. I'm going to
rant today.

1. I hate the way wet sponges smell.
2. It feels like I swalowed sand paper, then regurgitated
it, then swallowed it again.
3. I'm afraid to sleep at night, because my neighbor's
ex-husband is out of jail.*
4. It's really weird, Courtney and I sit here and type our
little journal thingys right next to each other, but we only
truly communicate through them. I could just turn my head
and say "Hi Courntey!" right now, but I'll wait and let her
read it in here.

*OK, I live in a duplex ( a very ghetto duplex at that). My
"neighbor" lives above me, but I can hear every word she
says through the door that connects the two houses, which
coincidentally, is in my bedroom. The other night, I heard a
conversation she was having on the phone, which went
something like this: "It's OK, I have my door
locked....Yeah, Chris is on the loose...I'll call the police
if I have to...He'll be in jail for another five years..."
Now you have to understand that this is a sick man. TRUE
STORY: he got drunk one night, and shot his dog in the back.
Then, he slit it's throat with a hunting knife, and hung it
from the doorway. The dog was three months old. I hate dogs.

Stay Tuned,
Gio.




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