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Sunday, August 29, 2004

well, i've been lazy. Sorry, i walked into a door on wed and split my head wide open. I think that i got a concussion. That's like a weak ass excuse but it hurts and it looks like i have a pussy on my head. A young girls nooners. Not like a raggedy old Christy Canyon coochers. At any rate i've been listening to crazy amounts of Shonen knife lately. They rule. They are to Cibbo Matto like The Beastie Boys are to uhm, someone with way more pop sensabilities, like uhm.. shit i'm drawing a blank, how about they are Badly Drawn Boy to Cibbo Matto's Damian Rice. That's good. Ya, that's about it.
I've been sluggish since i cracked my skull. I was bleeding so bad that i had to wake up my wife. Did i mention that it was like 3:30 in the morning. I was wearing the proverbial crimson mask Ir wasn't as bad as in this picture but it was pretty fucked up. I felt like i was looking through a red lense. We used a mixture of flour, covered by vasaline to shut it. It bled for a good twenty minutes That's a long time. Think about it.



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