2005-10-11 - 1:44 a.m.
Third eye is aching a little. My boss' wife had a dream I won the lottery. Time to break out that mojo money. $8. Theres a stipulation that if I win with the mojo blessed $8, I owe $1,000,000 to two teenage girls. A small price to pay for solid mojo, I would say.
I hate that I can't help feeling bad about stuff, even when I'm completely right and have no reason to. I can't escape the bad feeling. It's like winning a big important debate, but having a big shaggy tail. You can give the best speech of your life, but you're still a freak.
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