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oh man, my head hurts, i need to take a break from reading the livejournal entries month by month of some anime obsessed furry who decided he was bi and then decided he was a woman. it's like a horrible sitcom as i read its daily trials and tribulations (it is currently on hormones but pre-op for a year or so) of living in minneapolis as a 160 pound she-cow with a penis with its entourage of friends and lovers of ambiguous sexual identity. laugh! as it talks about its friend who said she was going to commit suicide because he couldn't find a place for its cats to live. cheer! as it has illicit sexual encounters on crowded dance floors buy a guy who started up north, went down south and apparantly just said "oh, my. whatever" and kept on going. cry! as its parents give their money to their son (who has stayed as such) so he can go to law school instead of funding its trip to thailand (!) for its SRS (which i assume is where a crank thailand doctor in a dingy basement turns your neener into a noony with the aid of a rusty knife). this is entertainment. screw fox and their paradise hotel. check it here start with 1996 and go from there. it's certainly a journey.

oh good christ, it just declared that the twin towers deal is a metaphor for its life because umm, one of her tranny friends won't lend it money and uhh, the DDR machine she likes to stomp on is broken.

I need a sanity break and i will take one and talk about my lunch today. i went to au bon pan (the good bread? wtf does that mean anyway) and said, "hell, why not, i'll just order something off the menu" and i got a turkey club. Now a little about myself: for years and years, i brough a salami sandwich to lunch. that's just salami on white bread. i've come a long way since then, and the sandwiches i occassionally bring to work now have a.) a meat and b.) cheese. that's two flavors. there have been a couple of times i've gone crazy, notably two. the first was in minneapolis (still haven't imported it to the new site) and then i think i had an italian sub sometime last year. ok anyway, i'm totally not interested in this sandwich anymore, but i've gone this far. and this sandwich was important because i feel it is a metaphor for what happened on 9/11/01. i got a turkey club. it was turkey, cheese, lettuce, tomato, bacon, bread, and herb mayo. I've not had mayonnaise before to my recollection, and it was the "scary" element to the sandwich. ANyway, the sandwich was fine, but it was not fun to eat. There's apparantly a reason i stick to simple sandwiches, they taste like something. roast beef and cheese tastes like, roast beef or cheese, depending on the bite. It's easy to handle. this sandwich i had today tasted like something different each bite, and a lot of times it didn't really taste like anything i could pin down. occasionally i'd get "bacon!" or "hmm, that was a tomato" but those were rare encounters. i ate this whole damn sandwich and not once did i register the taste of "cheese" or "turkey" despite it being a turkey club with a huge thing of cheese. furthermore, i ate a whole sandwich, and i'm still afraid to eat mayo. since i couldn't seperate the taste of mayo, i have no clue if i like it, or if it a horrible thing that will make me throw up but i just couldn't taste it because of all the other shit. each bit of the sandwich was hesitant, "the last bite was ok, but will this bite bring on some awful mayo and make me ill?" i was never comfortable eating the sandwich, i never felt secure. Why have a billion ingredients if you don't really know what you're eating? i think there is only one thing left for me to do. I will start with the basics, bread and a meat. from there, i will add one ingredient. say i start with turkey. I will have turkey and tomato, or turkey and bacon, and then turkey and lettuce. I will take detailed notes on all these combinations, and then i will add another ingredient, following suit until all possible combinations have been played out. Then i will repeat with ham. etc., etc. It will take the rest of my life i'm sure, but when that point comes, i will have compiled the complete sandwich compendium for my offspring to publish in my death and make millions off of, because within the billion combinations, i will have found the perfect sandwich, and finally the centuries old fued between israel and palestine will be resolved.

ok, back to my tranny friend. I vow to read up to it's SRS (stupid retardo surgery?) and then stop. "polyamory?" is that a word? i hate this freak.also, why are all these transexuals plagued with MS and diabetes and lupus and shit? what a weird crazy world that thankfully exists only on the internet. ooh, its getting married now. this just keeps getting better.

bahahahaha "neo-vagina" ahahaah

man, i keep reading this forgetting that this is a guy. that bothers me. man, "with a pit stop in Neenah WI so Dana can have her labiaplasty"... "labiaplasty?" "Dana" is also a guy. i hate this world and i want to leave it and go to my bed where everything is sorta normal and every i know has at the very least accepted their birth sex. oh man, i just DON'T GET IT. how does this thing say with full confidence "i'm a chick" and then piss standing up? my head hurts.

oh great, i just found out it has blue hair, good christ.

man, screw this. i'm going to bed. will kevin raise the money to go under the knife to become kevina? Will Dana/Daniel's Multiple Sclerosis stand in the way of having to manually dilate his manufactured "neo-vagina?" Well Emi's grandma get a good yelling at for having the nerve to send her grandthing a card that says "happy birthday grandson?" all these questions will be answered and more in my own personal hell at the internet link i provided above.