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[harahel]

Tenacious D rocks and reminds me of Lewis. Which reminds me that I'm made at Joe. I love him, but I can't belive he hasn't called me, after he explicitly promised he would. I also have schpickas from writing to much. it makes me soo....gah! Like I want to do more,but i can't cause all i can come up with are these hollow bits of poetry and my thoughts are racing to fast and damnit, no more twenty five ounce sodas for me on top of coffe. Why do i not learn these lessons?