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today at our casting session for anna's film, a very sultry and very thin woman named irena auditioned for us. she was miss romania and miss black sea and a finalist for miss europe. we just might cast her. i think that's an end-all to end all end-alls.
i'm giving this shindig up. it's time for changes! i'm all twenty, and going to paris in the spring and shit. goodbye, livejournal of two years and two months. i think this is a good pictorial summary of it all:

p.s. drop me a line sometime.
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[23 Oct 2005|12:31am] |
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in celebration of my twentieth, i spent most of the night asleep in a room or on the floor. but only because it was a little too fun towards the beginning [1990s dance party!].
( picture time! )
the links are fixed now!
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| thom yorke wisdom |
[22 Oct 2005|09:58am] |
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you do it to yourself, you do, and that's what really hurts.
i'm having a pleasant time, minus certain 5 a.m. bumblings and this gross burrito to cure my hangover. just when things threaten to become stifling, a change looms in the near future: i'm studying abroad in paris next semester!
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| tuesday night tomatoes |
[18 Oct 2005|10:14pm] |
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homonym for tara reid: terre aride a.k.a. "barren land."

that reality show of hers makes you kind of whistle at how one person can maintain such a constant level of drunkenness.
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[17 Oct 2005|12:17pm] |
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i hate it when random people become indignant at misdialing me for someone else. they're always like, "who are you??" in such an accusatory tone.
and i want to say, "i'm mike. this is my cellphone. not norm's, not jeffrey's, not mike miyoshi, not the grocery store. fuck you!!!" the other day i talked to someone for several minutes, who would not believe that the phone was mine and i must have pilfered it from jeffrey and disposed of him somehow.
maybe i'm on that show with the puppets, crank yankers. bastards.
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