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Thanksgiving. A time to be thankful for your crappy life.
As we go around the table this year, here is what the conversation will sound like as we each name the things we are thankful for.
-Yeah, I'm so glad Grandpa died so we don't have to listen to his crappy war stories and listen to him talk about his Thanksgiving dinner in 1941, which was the flesh of dead gypsies and Jews.
-I'm thankful that since Grandpa died we actually have meat on the table to eat this year.
-Why did we keep his toupée on?




Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Honestly, that's what my Thanksgiving sounds like. What about you?

Recently, I've been kind of moody. Sometimes I'm extremely happy, other times I'm stressed out, other times I am just plain emo — sitting in my room, listening to emo records, burning incense and singing, "We Shall Overcome" and looking through my Martin Luther King, Jr. scrapbook. Remember the early 1960s before King was shot? Those were the good old days. God, I miss him. We used to sit in our respective prison cells and just sing. Sing, sing, sing. Remember the Letters from Birmingham? God bless Martin's soul, I copy-edited all those pages for him.
He spelled knowledge wrong in the letter. "GnawLihge". I told him it was okay because I used to think teh was spelled the. His letter had shorthands like LOLZzZ and WTF all over. I had to get rid of them.


I'm kind of in love with someone in one of my classes. This person is so strange though, so I'm not sure if I really think that... I don't think he's clued into any of my hints that I would enjoy hanging out with him outside of class. Whatever, I don't need that! He probably thinks I'm Fuglyzz anyway, which, even if I am — he is more FuGz so he should want to get on me, because he's not getting it anywhere else. Whatta dingbat.

What the heck is a freaking dingbat anyway?

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is it that?

Whatever.