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Name: Dmitriy
Birthday: 4/14/1988
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Friday, July 24, 2009

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Thursday, July 16, 2009

oookay. kinda buzzed. fuck yeah wdnesday.


shit i saw today

0. on the bus in the morning. 52 elementary school children.  For some reason they were not supremely annoying. At one point on the freeway, the bus has to slam on the brakes for some reason. Burning-ceramic smell gets inside bus. I take great delight in explaining to the children that it's ok, that's just the bus's brakes burning.

1. waiting for bus from downtown. Dude pulls up in a crew-cab pickup truck with fucking gigantic chrome wheels. All windows down, blasting CCR. Two humongous pitbulls halfway out of the open passenger side windows, howling with the music.

2. getting off the bus. fat guy sitting across the aisle gets up. For some reason his pants are not securely fastened, and nearly fall off as he waddles to the door. No underwear. ;_;

3. waiting for second bus. across the intersection, Ferrari waiting to turn right. As it turns, I get a glance at the dude inside. Chubby, around 23, and with a srs mohawk. Fuck. EDIT AND FUCKING EYELINER HOW COULD I FORGET IT

i should start a blog or something. this does not even scratch the surface of the crazy people I've seen.


Sunday, July 05, 2009


Monday, June 01, 2009

Please, New Jersey, give me a kickass thunderstorm before I leave for the west coast.   I want to stand beneath your wailing skies and feel like a god of lightning at least once a year.



EDIT

Ok, step one accomplished. There is rain.


Monday, April 27, 2009

Someone left me seven voicemails and now for some reason my voicemail password doesn't work.



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