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· 24TH OF NOVEMBER, THE YEAR 2002JUST IN CASE YOU WERE WONDERING
Just in case you were wondering,
I Win

In other news, the Time of Turkey draws ever nearer, even if some people decided they needed to get a head start. More importantly, the Season of Greatest Material Gain approaches at breakneck pace. You would think that by the age of 22 I’d be tired of getting stuff. Actually, at the ages of 19, 20, and 21, I was. But now I’m not. I’ve been fine tuning my Amazon wishlist like you wouldn’t believe, and even thinking beyond the boundaries of the Great Amazon (Note: for the love of the Great Potato, do NOT attempt to buy me any of these things unless you’re quite certain I was already planning to get you something. Yes I know the probability of you doing such a thing is infinitessimal, but just in case. I merely offer these links because this is supposed to be hypertext). Robotic Jesus is coming along. Thesis intro is, well, let’s talk about it later.
Justine Shaw’s nowhere girl, part 2 is up. I only just remembered this so I haven’t actually read it yet, but judging by the quality of part 1, it’s probably worth your while.
Oh, I almost forgot: this year, Dave’s annual dose of a Christmas cheer (or something) will be administered in album form. Prepare to behold, A very Dave Christmas 3!. If you think you might want a copy of this timeless classic for all of $0, and if you don’t go to Williams (if you do, we already know who you are), you must tell me. If you won’t be seeing me over break, you’ll also have to send me a mailing address.

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Seriously, that’s the best fucking audio file I have. And you are a FUCKING saint to record it.
I don’t feel like logging into email, so I’m committing the faux-pas of posting my address here. Feel free to delete this once you’ve garnered useful information.
jesslar pugs
po box 383
germantown, ny 12526
Anyway, it’s a po box, so all your creepy fans can’t actually find me.
Dude, you’re a tool.
After reviewing your wishlist, I can only say this:
FUCKING MINORITY REPORT?
Effects aside, this film is unwatchable. If you want a blow-by-blow decimation, come watch it with me sometime. Seriously, never have I been so close to being forcibly dragged out of a theatre by law enforcement personnel. I think I developed increased bone density on my forehead from slapping it so many times in disgusted disbelief.
TOOL.
Everything else, mostly, is top notch. The Amelie soundtrack is super-fun if you’re the type to throw a cute dinner party.