Saturday, September 30, 2006

What is A real Life

I have no clue. My friend Brenna says there is no such thing. Word.
*Dictating...

Brenna is the smartest person I have ever met in my life. She is fabulous. She makes the Dhali Lahma look like a smo. Word. She's pretty happy with that description. Perhaps...

Meanwhile,
Your southern born saint, your drumpster-dive of a hero, me, is in dire straights, and I don't mean that crap-ass excuse for a band. I am arguing with the empty glass of whisky as to whether or not Jean Paul Sarte makes any fucking sense. Your call, really. I got ten dollars and nothing to buy, cause I just got the book I been wantin' for awhile. I'll give you a hint... its Hemingway. Yay. By the way, do you like goulash? Isn't that an ugly name for a food? I think so too.

I am not drunk, which gives me no excuse for this bullshit of an entry. Oh man, I suck.

-C.A. Dominick

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