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[froodle]

Dudes. Dudes! I am completely distraught! I just read the most horrifying spoiler for the third season finale of Bones, and my head is all awhirl with horror! No, it is not even that we will have to stomach Evil Cam for a fourth season, it is something far worser! I can't even say it, I'm so sickened!

I had a bunch of other stuff I was going to say here, mostly about how great That 70s Show is and how I hate my job and wish to kill all the fucking stupid whiny customers who call up and whine stupidly instead of getting out there and enjoying the fucking sunshine, but I am too perturbed, so I'm going to download a bunch of pictures of Colin Farrell with his shirt off to soothe my pain.

PS: Also, I do not get Jack Kerouac. At all. Perhaps I just need to take many more drugs and bum around for a couple of years.

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[downandup.livejournal.com]

Young lady you STILL haven't shown me where that candy store is in town, and we still haven't met up in like forever!!
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[marystmatthew.livejournal.com]

HELLO.

I remember reading On The Road a few years ago and wondering why the hell it's supposed to be so groundbreaking. I guess you have to be a twenty year old pothead drifter guy to understand it *shrugs* Uh, nothing against twenty year old pothead drifter guys, just... Yeah.

[froodle]

Man, I would kill to be a twenty year old pot-head drifter guy. All that time I wasted being a responsible studying student guy was totally wasted. And by "responsible" and "studying", I mean "lazy" and "not going to any lectures ever", and by "guy" I mean "girl". But still, now that I have reached the wonderful world of dead-end jobs, the idea of slacking off and smoking massive amounts of weed is so much more appealling than it was when I was a teen.

But anyway, yes, On The Road is just... meh.