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Dystopia
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A little glimpse inside my head. Be careful. It's a mess in here.

Wednesday, October 13, 2004
The corn grows this high

There's probably only one person other than myself who will understand my mysterious title. It's just eating you alive, isn't it? No? Sigh, didn't think so.

I'm having a real bitch of a time with my eyes lately so I have been avoiding the whole blog thing. Can't really see what I type very well, ya know.

Anyhoo, I thought you guys would get a kick out of this one: I spent all day at work with my sweater on inside out, and no one said a word about it I can't imagine Hitler not noticing a thing like that.


posted by Beth 10:50 PM
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