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I didn't know where to post this, but this is a poem written by one of my friends. I just think myspace poetry is funny.

They get to "decide for themselves," which will almost always result in putting public projects in favor of endangered whatevers. "This freeway will go right through the marsh." "Fuck it."

Halos series against the Mariners coming up... should improve their record to 76-43. Wow.

*waits for reply

Welsh Corgis!!!

Take up a hobby. Just something that you can dedicate an hour to. Maybe it's riding bikes, getting exercise, masturbating, cooking, learning a new instrument, staring, staring, whatever it is that you can do.

You guys, we're all hurting here. Take it easy.

I want a fucking Tim's here in California...until then, I have to settle with putting in a coffee order with my cousin's fiance. HAHAHA

USA leads medal count with 21, but lags behind China in golds by 4.

Russia's just trying to get back at Georgia for that whole "Joseph Stalin" thing.

Go to the local pharmacy, and just look at the clerk directly in the face and whisper, "Horse tranqs."

Spanish Basketball team doing that chinese eye thing for an ad campaign back in Spain. Awesome.

Yes

And people say canadians don't pollute...

The point of critical mass is to try and get better bike safety laws on roads and make drivers realize that people ride their bike to work.

My roommate. Every fight or discussion that we have he turns into an existential debate. It's pretty bullshit. Although he slammed my door tonight, and I called him a "big man" and he got all flustered. It was pretty funny.

There's our president... in a Tommy Bahama button-up.

Okay, that was pretty sick. Way to upset the French though.

Clichecore?

I speak Japanese. That's not how you pronounce it.

That's not what that hypothetical situation implies, and nevertheless that's a pretty fucking stupid response anyways. It's a dog. Not a human being. It's a dumb dog that doesn't know left from right. In a situation where one would die if it were not saved, you're telling me that you'd save a dog over a fellow human. I don't quite know how to flesh out my thoughts on this, considering that it's 2 AM for me now, but it's completely irresponsible to say that, in a pragmatic sense, humans and any kind of animal are on a level plane.

Uh, to you, me, and the rest of the board it's not, but to the rest of America it most definitely is.

The homeless. I had the terrible misfortune of spending the good share of a night with some last night. I think they represent every human characteristic that I hate. Some guy with a guitar was improvising with another guy on harmonica on a song about revolution and George Bush and all that single-minded bullshit, and neither could communicate musically with each other at all. Both off in their own worlds playing whatever the hell came to their mind next, the disconnect between the two was almost comical. I mean, hell, the group I was with ended up spending about $40 in alcohol and weed and cigarettes that night, meanwhile comparing the choice finds of the dumpster. At one point in the night or another, each was convinced that I was interested in hearing their story, which almost never amounted to more trying to be punk as fuck or hating their parents or just being a general piece of shit. Most of them were also convinced that, by living on the street, they really had a good understanding of the human condition and who everybody was trying to be, etc, etc. Too bad none of them had a good goddamned clue about what the fuck anything was, except where the nearest place to shit was or where you could get cheap beer and smokes. Fuck em.