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As of late, I've got a lot of shit on my mind and if I don't let it out, I'm going to get an ulcer.

( This isn't going to be pretty. )

Things haven't been all bad, don't get me wrong. But, the bad things are bad.

I have a new cell phone, which is also nice. My old one's ringer didn't ring anymore and I'd been walking around the past few months keeping it on vibrate, but never hearing it. I finally got fed up with the whole thing and went to the Verizon store for a new one. And this one is a camera phone. Fear me.

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This afternoon, I noticed that my gmail spam filter had 26 emails sitting in it. So, I decided to take a look and see if it was catching anything that shouldn't actually be in there.

Apparently, I'm getting some rather odd emails sent to me through meetzemonsta@livejournal. I don't really have words for them, but they appear similar to word salad poetry. The ghost of William fucking Burroughs now sleeps in my inbox.

( herein lies fucking weirdness )