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"Those are your shoes. These are my shoes..."
-Slug
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"'Come to the edge,' he said.
They said, 'We are afraid.'
'Come to the edge,' he said.
They came.
He pushed them...
And they flew."
-Guillaume Apollinaire



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The Last-Minute-Kinda-Girl w/ a Slight Temper
2005-02-18 7:06 p.m.


The Last-Minute-Kinda-Girl with a Slight Temper

D'oh!
You know you done wrong when the Man Upstairs sends you a memo:

"If one man builds up and another tears down, what do they gain but trouble? If one man prays and another curses, whose voice will the LORD hear? If a man again touches a corpse after he has bathed, what did he gain by the purification? So with a man who fasts for his sins, but then goes and commits them again: Who will hear his prayer, and what has he gained by his mortification?

To keep the law is a great oblation, and he who observes the commandments sacrifices a peace offering. In works of charity one offers fine flour, and when he gives alms he presents his sacrifice of praise. To refrain from evil pleases the LORD, and to avoid injustice is an atonement. Appear not before the LORD empty-handed, for all that you offer is in fulfillment of the precepts. The just man's offering enriches the altar and rises as a sweet odor before the Most High. The just man's sacrifice is most pleasing, nor will it ever be forgotten. In generous spirit pay homage to the LORD, be not sparing of freewill gifts. With each contribution show a cheerful countenance, and pay your tithes in a spirit of joy. Give to the Most High as he has given you, generously, according to your means.

For the LORD is one who always repays, and he will give back to you sevenfold."
Sirach 34:23-26-35:1-10

Yah, He always knows how to spit it. hahaha.
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Crap
I fell asleep earlier than expected last night. Had to send Pete's bday greeting this morning. haha. Hope he got it.

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When Pigeons Attack...again
Those effing pigeons are at it again. Went to Diedrich's today for a study session, and those mofos attacked my bran muffin like Ethiopians. I'd swat at them, they'd fly off momentarily, and then plop their asses back down on my table like, "What?" This one pigeon in particular had that gangsta strut about him. THat ho mad-dogged me down like he was going to cut a bitch over a pastry.

Pigeons. Why do they always gotta be starting shit?

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