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Jun. 17th, 2012 | 11:35 pm

OMG OMG OMG! Have you heard of this new trend called "Facebook" Its totally awesome you can like totally look and see what EVERYONE is doing. And you get to know when they go to the bathroom and when they are at work so you can rob them! Its so cool.

I mean hi.

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I am

Jan. 6th, 2012 | 11:32 pm

still alive.

You cannot kill this kind of awesome.

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Words Ron Swanson knows:

Mar. 31st, 2011 | 11:08 pm

Rectangle. America. Megaphone. Monday. Butthole.

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I

Oct. 17th, 2010 | 11:48 pm
musica: Sister Wives

hate the phillies.

and chase utley
and shane victorino
and jayson werth
and tbs
and fox

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Orange and Black

Oct. 12th, 2010 | 10:48 pm

I think its fitting that the Giants are in the playoffs and doing well. Its fall and thanksgivingy in canadia and halloween. All of those evoke thoughts of the colors black and orange. So come on baseball gods, you owe all Giants fans a freakin break for 2002.

I want pizza, who wants to hook me up?

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Lilli von Schtup

Oct. 4th, 2010 | 10:59 pm
musica: MNF

I think I would have cried if the Giants didn't win yesterday. Especially considering how the niners lost. The joy of baseball.

I'm so tired.

Why?

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Arriving to depart

Sep. 29th, 2010 | 12:51 am
musica: Giants vs Dbacks

I hate the airport. Even the people that work there hate it. You can see it in their expressions when you ask a question. It’s as if you insulted their mother then said their haircut looks stupid. The airport is the epitome of uncomfortable. It’s cramped, hot, loud, smelly and unpredictable. I hate the airport.
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Speak

Sep. 27th, 2010 | 11:18 pm

Originally it read as follows:

"Silence is deafening. The few words don't really do justice to how true it is. Its too simplistic. Its so loud that your ears ache. You can't even just say anything anymore, it would have to be yelled at the top of your lungs to have the force to overcome the crashing abyss of no sound. Even with all the noises surrounding, the clanking plates, the mumbling chatter of strangers, there was such a lack of sound that it came on like a pounding headache. Say something. Say anything. Just make it stop."

Edited, it now reads:

"Silence is deafening. Words don't do justice to this truth. Its too simplistic. Its so loud your ears ache. Talking isn’t enough, you’d have to yell until your lungs hurt to overcome the quiet’s crashing abyss. Even surrounded by typical restaurant sounds the lack of conversation develops into a migraine. Say anything. Make it stop."

Is concise more effective?
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Tonight I can write the saddest lines

Sep. 24th, 2010 | 10:04 pm

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example,'The night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.'

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is shattered and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before.
Her voide. Her bright body. Her inifinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my sould is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.

- Pablo Neruda
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Giants game musings

Sep. 24th, 2010 | 09:49 pm

Troy Tolowitzi whatever looks a lot like Dante Bichette. Why do people think that mullets look nice?

These canadian cable companys really need to get their act together. I started watching the Giants game and it was the feed from the Rockies broadcast. Something happened and they went to commercial mid inning and it comes back on the Giants broadcast. It then goes to between innings and comes back again as the Rockies broadcast. What the hell man?

Is this guys name pronounced "Julie" Chacin?

Yay! No perfect game from the Rockies!

I love when home announcers try and justify bad calls for the home team.

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