that should read 'bored out my fucking tree'

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technically, i could've left work like two hours ago, but i thought i was meeting my mates at this place next to work. um. apparently not. i realized 30 minutes ago that no one had a fucking clue about anything so i left... and only then did i turn on my cell phone. 4 messages later, i'm back at work.

that's fucked up.

there's a BMW outside the entrance downstairs that was purchased at Alexander Automotive. i thought i exorcised some of my bloody car problems with man vs. machine, but no. because further down was that goddamn ferrari modena again - in silver.

one day i'm just going to jump on the hood and wait for security to remove me.

anyhoo. check out my new icon (yaycyb made it). damn, that man looks *good* in black. blind people can see that.

oh, god, i can feel myself getting older.

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/one day i'm just going to jump on the hood and wait for security to remove me./

See, that's not bored, that's a movie. Imagine the angst, the inner turmoil as you are ripped away from the sexiest and safest form of phallic symbolism. I see Quintin directing, he could really get your anger and pain across like it should be. Or then we could just call Mel Gibson, at least then you know you'd actually have the car going... maybe a few chase scenes where you're sliding across the hood refusing to let go... and then the owner, who just happens to be young, sexy and rrrrich, falls in love with you... the passionate, beautiful but willful heroine.

/oh, god, i can feel myself getting older./

That's just gravity. Stand on your head and feel the years disappear *bg*

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That's just gravity. Stand on your head and feel the years disappear *bg*

Darlin,' do you remember what happened the last time I stood on my head? Around last September? You know the handstand thing and the concrete? Exactly.