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meat. written @ 1:03 p.m. on August 08, 2003 Sometimes I hate my job. I started writing my book. I have so many ideas, it is so hard to put them all into words. Or at least make them go together. I'm worried this book is going to be a little raunchy. I have done some pretty weird sex related stuff in my time. I am craving meat (no... not the kind that grows on brent, miss neona...) the kind that grows on cows. I feel guilty. I started my period. I am happy and sad. I don't need kids right now, as much as i would love to have them. I've had 4 nosebleeds in 24 hours. yuk.
"As fire lights the wood it consumes, so the soul illuminates the body with consciousness."
- Srimad Bhagavatam
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