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i wonder if it's possible to overdose on (or become addicted to) topical painkillers (such as Ben-Gay, et al) ...i can just see myself in ten years:
"yeah, i dip my cigarettes in the stuff."

got some new ponytail elastics that don't have the metal bands! what will they think of next? and to think, i almost cut my hair.

ignorance = submission

everybody who is not registered to vote, please do so now. get to your local DMV, public library, post office, polling centre, or wherever and MAKE IT SNAPPY!

i cannot stress enough the importance of this. we are at a crucial point in history where we must make firm choices that may in fact decide whether the human race is to advance any further, or not. even better than voting, get out there and DEMONSTRATE against the oppressive regime led by the powerdrunk madman called Bush. demonstrate against his illegal shoot-first tactics, against his fundamentalist "crusade" against non-christians, against his war-tyranny and overtly expressed desire to commit acts counter to the Geneva Convention and international law, against his putting politics before the sanctity of Life, against his efforts to turn America into a Human Rights-abusing police state, and, above all, demonstrate against his aggressive desire to rule the world!

MAKE A STAND, GOD DAMN YOU, OR WE'LL ALL SUFFER SOON ENOUGH!!

lyrics

i have no idea why i never posted this before, when it was even relevant.

Carol King- "It's Too Late"
(Tapestry, 1971?)

Stayed in bed all morning just to pass the time
There's something wrong here
There can be no denying
One of us is changing
Or maybe we've just stopped trying

And it's too late baby
Now it's too late
Though we really did try to make it
Something inside has died
And I can't hide
And I just can't fake it
Wo no no no...

It used to be so easy living here with you
You were light and breezy
And I knew just what to do
Now you look so unhappy
And I feel like a fool

But it's too late baby
Now it's too late
Though we really did try to make it
Something inside has died
And I can't hide
And I just can't fake it

There'll be a time just for me and you
But we just can't stay together
Don't you feel it too
Still I'm glad for what we had
And how I once loved you

And it's too late baby
Now it's too late
Though we really did try to make it
Something inside has died
And I can't hide
And I just can't fake it

Too late, baby, it's too late
Darling, it's too late

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did 200+ situps today, but i'm not sure how much they really count for, since they were done with the "ab sculptor", a knock-off of the ab-roller. it's weird, it actually severely limits your range of motion, and makes it feel a lot harder. so you end up doing short little quicks bursts of up-down.

Chuck Taylor All-Stars + basketball = excellent
Chuck Taylor All-Stars + skateboarding = gnarly
Chuck Taylor All-Stars + long-distance walking = bad idea.

drinking and violent physical exertion don't mix too well. especially when you have a 20-lb cast-iron dumbell thump you on the head. i don't remember the actual moments just preceding... but it sure does hurt.

i feel sleepy. goodnight, world!