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Monday, February 07, 2005

i hate incinerators 

grossness. all these ashes have been flying into the house, courtesy of:

1. inconsiderate pollutive people
2. the wind outside
3. the wind inside
4. that stupid incinerator lying around somewhere outside

so now i have to close the windows, and my mom is going to get grouchy because the socks she pegged onto that ikea hanging thing (i forgot what it's called) are going to get smelly.

no one likes smelly socks.





take a look at this. i can't believe i like calibretto.


I had a Grandma, who was insane
even though she had the sweetness of a striped candy cane (hey!)
and my old grandma, she owned a gun (uh-huh)
and one day she said to me
"Sonny, I want to have some fun."
I said "Oh dear grandma, whatcha talkin' about?"
She looked at me with crazy eyes and then she started to shout
"You've always been my favorite
I'll always love you the most!"
Because your brownies and cookies and cakes,
make no mistake about that grandma, they're so good...
They're so good, they're so good...

But I think its time for you to die, cuz I wanna see your ghost
But I think its time for you to die, cuz I wanna see your ghost
But I think its time for you to die, cuz I wanna see your ghost
But I think its time for you to die, cuz I wanna see your ghost

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