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___my youtube__... My novel 2004.. My novel 2006.. My novel 2008.. (diaryland) April 27, 2001 - 3:30 p.m. I am writing this at work. I am writing this so it looks like I am doing work. I am writing this so my boss will not give me more work. I am writing this with an intense look on my face. I keep biting my lip. I pause for effect. I scroll up and down. I save and then pause again. I smell like orange and grapefruit, I�m cold, my boss eats my bread, and I�m half-past three. The only thing I have going for me is my innate sense of Fridayness. Also, I made up a poem today. This is the poignant story of a forty-three-year-old motor mechanic who stared at the Sports Illustrated swimsuit calendar for too long one day. please pinup please
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