Urgent. Will die without reading.

• 17:14 My mom bragged that she converted three ppl to mccain’s side thanks to bulletins on MySpace. Did I mention my mom’s not registered? #
• 02:17 I wish I had an assistant. Well, one that doesn’t bitch at me, and one that doesn’t live 4 hrs away. Otherwise, I’d have two. #
• 08:03 I am also hiring for the position of personal sundae artist. #

• 13:42 why do all the good people live so far away. #
• 14:34 there should be halloween porn where trick or treaters have to reach into zombie vag to get candy. #
• 14:51 I placed an Alchemy request on Etsy for a Lost Boys-themed quilt for Chooch and the bids have been pouring in. #
• 14:51 This is either going to wind up amazingly awesome or a hokey disaster. #
• 15:06 twitpic.com/j5uu – Chills courtesy of my death row penpal #
• 19:05 HI I’M TRICK OR TREATING AFTER ALL. #
• 19:11 I might’ve changed out of my heels first. #
• 19:23 Someone on this street is utilizing a chainsaw. #
• 19:37 Someone gave Chooch a Ziplock bag of pennies. Tasty. #

• 22:20 Whenever I consider dumping Henry, I always remember his adequacy in the soup-making dept and suddenly, I’m hugging up on him. #
• 22:50 I just confided in Henry my mission to avoid crossing bridges and he alerted me that I’m “living in the wrong city for that.” NO SHIT. #
• 10:42 Little gets me as amped as hearing “Easy Lover.” #
• 10:52 Trying to get henry to buy me a big rusted chain at flea market. He said no the first 2x and is now ignoring me. #
• 11:14 I guess selling scary religious pictures isn’t in vogue anymore. How will my bathroom shrine ever be complete. #
• 11:19 I’m inspired by all the ass cracks I’ve seen here. Liberating. #
• 11:34 Henry is about to come to blows over snackbooth line-cutting. But a man can call me a cunt and he waves it off. #
• 11:46 twitpic.com/jla6 – An entire wristful of holy shit for only a dollar. #

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