ugh. my dad's nagging again. telling me about my attire and my sweep-road pants. and my economics results and my incredibly astounding chinese.
and i haven't even show him my common test slip yet.
he will flip.
dreamt that i was shooting with a rifle and i could see the bullet moving so slowly and never going straight.
earwax: bjork - army of me
9.12.2003
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