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This is where I stick random tidbits of myself about information.

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Sam Shepard.

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This is my guestbook. I'd appreciate if you signed in under fake names and wrote creepy shit about the Olsen Twins.

This is the thing that counts the people that read this shit.

This my webboard that Nate and I lord over. We like to think of it as our little lovechild. We can't have children, of course, because Nate's stomach lining is barren. Can you believe that? I don't blame him though, really I don't... Anyway, anything and everything is more than welcome.
The Shittiest Webboard Evar.

Here are some of my friends' blogs. Anything that they might say about me is a lie.
Ben's thoughts n' stuff
Katie's blog
I need something better to do This Is The Title
Spinning Chairs
Musical Chairs
Amy The Pirate.

What the hell is this?

Tuesday, December 16, 2003
People must really hate their kids come Christmas.

Today, I overheard a woman scolding her kid today at work. It was reaching over the shopping cart from Sears she'd brought into the store, and she kept telling it not to touch anything. Finally she slapped it's hand away and said, "I'm going to sell you one of these days, you know that!"

On Saturday, I was fixing the Christmas cards and these ladies were buying cards with their little girl. They'd picked the one they wanted, and were ready to leave. The kid didn't want to go, and kept saying she wanted to "stay in the card store." One of the women said, "Well then you're gonna just stay here while we go home." The little girl said again, "I want to stay in the card store!" The other dyke mother said, "Well good, we don't want you to come home."

Another time, a lady dragged her daughter up the register with some thing, and quickly whispered, "Just stash it away." Then she turned to her little girl, who was holding some doll or butterfly thing, and commanded, "Give it to me so I can pay for it." The kid seemed really scared, and wouldn't give it to her. The lady told her again, and then reached out and tried to snatch it. The lady said, "Give it to the man so he can ring it up and you can have it!" The girl looked at me and reluctantly gave it up. I rang it up, and gave the lady her bag. She looked at the reciept, and said secretly, "Oh, I didn't want you to ring it up. Just stash it behind the register and act like I paid for it." I hadn't heard her fully the first time, so it hadn't clicked, but I suddenly played along. The girl was tugging on her mother's leg, and the woman turned and snapped, "Stop it! Let me pay for it so you can play with it in the car! If you keep this up, you won't get to see it until you get home." The girl looked at me and I smiled, and stuck the toy behind the register. I gave the lady her money, and she thanked me and pushed the kid out the store.

What a bunch of fucked up bitches.
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I'm going to try and start posting in this again. Don't hold your breath, but I'll do my best, which probably won't be enough. I'm not even sure if I can handle all these new features and layouts. That'll be my excuse, anyway.
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