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| 04:15pm 22/01/2007 |
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things will always work out (somehow)? |
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| 10:35pm 13/12/2006 |
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so i guess i was robbed this evening on my way home from school.
the boy with the grill was kind enough to return my cash-less wallet, which was all i could ask for.
and of course this had to happen right after i sold back a book.
not so smart little adam.
what i learned:
1. keep cash in your underwear
2. don't give cigarettes to strangers at 9:30 PM
3. sf city college is wayyyy more sketchy than the tenderloin, my home
goodbye my approximate $40. |
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| 11:59pm 01/11/2006 |
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i think i may have scabies
phase 1 complete |
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| 07:46am 19/10/2006 |
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the cat i live with has decided she likes to sit in and walk around in the box mattress i sleep on. it reminds me of all those "monsters under the bed" childhood nightmares that people always talk about, even though kids never really have them.
so i guess fake dreams really do come true. |
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| 11:24pm 22/09/2006 |
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i love the special moments i've been sharing with old mexican women lately. |
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| 01:34am 12/08/2006 |
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Is or is not Pluto a planet?
Please discuss. |
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| 05:44pm 09/07/2006 |
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it has been one week since i moved to the little condo in san francisco.
i've seen alot of "crazies" so far and always find it interesting that whenever one of these people demonstrate a little "tantrum" or however you would describe it, passersby always seem to chuckle a bit.
like they were thinking, "and i thought i had it bad."
the other night i "talked" to a homeless man on polk street for about thirty minutes. he told me his name was sparky anderson and that he hated his dad for naming him after a dog. then he proceeded to ask me my name and how to spell it out at least five times. i didn't exactly know of the right time to leave, since he would begin telling me some strange polish lightbulb jokes and then start mumbling to himself while staring off into the distance, never finishing them.
while waiting for a bus out of the mission, i saw a decrepit looking creature of a woman walking across 18th street while skillfully twirling a long unidentifiable metal object behind her in the same fashion as a twelve year old cheerleader wielding her baton. she wore baggy overalls and seemed to be holding a great deal of valuables inside those overalls. her hair was sort of shaved on the sides and wore what was left of it in a tight pony-tail. this puffy looking woman wobbled to a corner garbage can and found a half eaten burger in a styrofoam container. using the lid of the garbage can as her plate, she carefully savored every little bite. as if she were unsatisfied by this little morsel, she walked down mission street, tearing off all paper advertisements from telephone poles while shouting obscenities. she then used her baton-esque instrument as a baseball bat, hitting her home runs into every parking meter she passed. after she was just out of my sight, i heard her shout "I didn't spend twelve years in the mental hospital for this."
every once in a while, when i'm walking down the street, trying to catch a bus home after having dinner by myself, i'd find myself talking to myself for no real reason. i'd discuss the weather, or read the names of certain stores to myself, laughing. after a while i would realize what i was doing and stop. i never really felt that concerned. i would tell myself out loud how one time i heard that isolation causes insanity, or something. as i was saying this i would watch as passersby quietly chuckled to themselves. |
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| 11:06pm 02/06/2006 |
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the last four days/
the happiest i've ever felt.
now what. |
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| 10:25pm 04/05/2006 |
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more coffee shop eavesdropping:
"do you have any spare change?"
"yeah, i think. here. have some quarters."
"can you spare some change?"
"no, i don't think I have any. sorry."
"do you have any change?"
"i'm sorry, there's no soliciting here."
"i'm not soliciting. i'm just asking people for some spare change."
"maybe instead of change you should start panhandling for a dictionary." |
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| 10:47pm 30/04/2006 |
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i've been receiving some rather interesting "spam" emails lately from an anonymous drug company.
after the emails present their final arguments, they include very interesting excerpts from unknown sources. perhaps i could knit them all together somehow.
( some of the excerpts ) |
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| 10:49pm 27/04/2006 |
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I don't think I really need a cell phone anymore.
Not like I ever really needed one though.
I don't even know what my ring tone sounds like.
But it does come in handy as a flashlight.
That's all I ever use it as anymore.
A flashlight programmed with alot of phone numbers belonging to people I don't know. |
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| 11:36am 13/04/2006 |
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this is me:
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| 05:59pm 04/04/2006 |
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rick steves is #1 on my top eight. |
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| 11:49pm 21/03/2006 |
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portland. four(ish) days, four pictures.
( portland ) |
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| 01:56am 11/03/2006 |
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shopping list for today
-flannel shirt
-one white shoe lace
-expensive cologne
-black jeans
-crack pipe |
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| 07:58pm 07/03/2006 |
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i was surprised at how emotional i found myself at times during the day.
it was a battle. |
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| 11:31pm 06/03/2006 |
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what an unfortunate weekend romance it was indeed.
though i'm glad to know that i am still capable of feeling. |
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| 11:35am 03/03/2006 |
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| 10:32pm 20/02/2006 |
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On February 19, at 11:17 PM, Firecrackrannie sent me the following message on Myspace.
Subject: No Subject
Body: hey adam!
FYI~im hispanic and not part of that 19% nor do i ever intend to but get this 73 percent of all suicide deaths are white males; dont let your indecisiveness lead you down that path....
thoughts? ideas? |
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| 09:22pm 23/01/2006 |
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my little sister is so fucking ridiculous.
if only this summer was sooner.
p.s. i look good on tv. |
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