May 29th, 2005

Time: 05:19 am

I died. Shity deal, that. In other news, ;awoedgihaqe;fojne;foguehf;oABNf;bjqn t4oyu81h45p4uthb;oefjbn;dfljbnefl;jbn;ofjbnq4;etouibhqp9tu8bh4ptoqbj;5890huj24p56890hq3roibn'trpktr;obneqio0n[h0q358h[q0uinb[oqj3b;hoj;ROJBHQ;ojb;ptuohyqwp9bhioaetjb;aefjbn;akljefnb;adjf b;aofjbnpt8ghqp458yq4p9tunh;eogbn;ogjubnqpet81ph5p9b49yu1h4py68uq4-580hjy[ptiobn;oo;wit4n[qw0i4nj6[08h56hjqw4[ti0hjnto[jkbn;ro'gibna[0weotinh[w0485h[0w4tnh[0ih][wi56nu[0qw895[083h5[083wn4[otwjknh[woitnh;ljkdfbn;ojsdvfnbl;ihjbvpibrgpiqy3v4to184y6gftr35897yt-568yu-890hg-q90uighpojfnbo;ajdfngpiouerhgpq89035hy-80q3u=5y802u4580ty-458hygpwonjuhs;lgjkn';gkhsrioptnh[0w4895hy-38905yt-928345y-t69384y6-285yw90thigpiogfnbo;aeiufnbpeuoqrhq3uhy45pt8935-t890713-48tuq[ghiq[erionqo;tnjhq4o5pyiq3u5-0y8973-580y72-348905u=-1890u0-iqwj[fihjwrokgbngjkobnbnhwtuophgepouirghpotihyopuitheoirhyeofniq3o[4nit34t3058ty3058ghr0inwerpgientphiqn4p0ghi83g08234hy0. Word. Mike screwed me out of a blowjob. And after all I've done for him. Haarumph.

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April 1st, 2005

Subject: Goodbye, cruel world Time: 03:45 am

To whom it may concern. Hi there. You might recognize me from such films as "Pope: Popery With a Vengeance" or "Pope II: Pope Harder." It seems I am not long for this world and I'd just like to take the time to say thanks. Thanks for being such a great catholic. Thanks for not having too many spur-of-the-moment abortions. Thanks for not masturbating too much. Thanks for keepin' it real. I know your pimp hand's strong, and I know that you'll always keep on pimpin'. Pimp on, playa. Pimp on. Catholic-y love always, Popie. P.s. If I see Marilyn, I'm hittin that shit. That bitch had an ass for days.

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March 24th, 2005

Subject: Nero! Blargh! Me want Cooky. Time: 01:36 am

Me fix nero. Me god. God luv me long time. yahahah. I am giving, yuo am taking. HAHAHAHA111 WAHA W#AH WAH MEAT SAMWITCH.

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March 17th, 2005

Subject: HAHAPatrikc. Time: 03:45 pm

HAHHa patirik day is good for me. I like turtles and bears. Bears are a proud race. We bears are a proud race. The intruder s must pay. Yahahah! E=MC2 Smrt. Hi to all my frinds. I like you all like bears like bumsex. Haha bears and bumsex...! C cord and a g cord are a song uhhuh. good songs too. g and c cirds for me! horay!

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February 9th, 2005

Subject: Twiddley dinks. Time: 07:01 pm

No one will be my frind. Why will noone be my frind, mommy? I'm a good girl. I like cats. They are funney. Once I had a cat. It died, but I saved him in my drawer for safekeeping. He is smelly but he keeps me company. I am soon going to have supper. I am hungary like the country hungary. Jean Luke said: there are four lights. There were really five though... Wow. Soon I will find a job and make my own money. I will buy a house and live on a farm with cows and horses. things will be great! :) Yee haw. I laughed when Homer beats up the Hamburger robber. Ah hah, he's already dead. Hahaha. :) ;) :( :O Here is a survey for my friends. (Here are my answers) 1) Do you like pie. (Yes.) 2) What kind. (Cherry and lemon (not together though.) 3) What is your favorite color? (Blue or green.) 4) Do you have frineds? (No.) 5) Do you like music? (Yes.) 6) What kind. (Rock and roll. I like Crazy town because they have cool tatoos.) 7) Do you have a girlfriend or a boyfrind? (No. But I would like one ;)) 8) What is your favourite Star Trek episode? (I like the one where Spock comes back and Jean Luke is surprised by how tall he is and how pointy his ears are. Not at all like he had imagined.) 9) Do you like cats or dogs better? (I like cats because they are cuddly and fat.) Bye bye.

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February 7th, 2005

Subject: On Popery and other tasty treats. Time: 04:57 pm Current Mood: lugubrious

*Brrrrraaaaaaapppp!!!* MULLIGAN: Popie! You'll certainly go to hell for that one, chap. But what a fine old chap you are. Always giving. Never taking. Ah, pope, why can't there be more like ya? POPE: (autistically)Unnnggghhh. MULLIGAN: That's right, mate. You can say that again. POPE: (becoming enraged) The...the...the chickens...rose... MULLIGAN: Eh, mate? The chickens? POPE: (redfaced) Unggghhh...chickens... MULLIGAN: Yes, indeed. The chickens. Suddenly, with an electric burst of papal energy derived straight from God's holy balls, Popie rises and leaps upon our narrator. Sounds of a struggle ensue. Much cursing in broken Italian. The smoke clears. Our holy father rises, bloodied but victorious, and thrusts the severed head of MULLIGAN aloft. Tiny droplets of blood shower our heavenly master as he screams into the empty sky. POPE: (screaming) MY BACK!!!!

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