April 10, 2004
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(this is torture. slow, deep, definitive torture.)
by the way, fool never showed up at my flat last nite. which is a good thing, on all accounts. i just wish i hadn't wasted money on renting nunchucks (sp?) and bodybags.
someone in Amsterdam, as of today, has officially claimed ownership of my mobile phone. i feel vulnerable. must find phone thief. need access to mobile telecommunications. can't function! system failure! please quit all activities and restart your life.
(Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!!!)
damn you SIM card phonebook!!! damn you!!! the only dutch phone numbers i know are my own and the silly SMS Snel Sex hotline numbers. and that's only because the commercials come on the TV daily, and for 30 mins. at a time. but wouldn't you know it? the only OTHER number i have, by sheer luck, is judith's, written on the back of her store's business card. but, i can't call her b/c i already told her i'd see her when she got back to Amsterdam.
(Fortune Kroket say: "pride and short-term memory loss will be your downfall.")
i think i'm having withdrawal pains and there are only 2 things i can think of that will make things better: 1) her; &/or 2) broodtje kroket. i've already had 3 of the latter, today. i swear, if i eat another broodtje kroket, i'm gonna be pissing goulache. judith, hurry up and get yo ass back to the city and save me from death-by-FEBO! A.U.B.
(Today's lesson: "technology is my pimp. me love you long time.")
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