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Hello, my name is Judas Gutenberg and this is my blaag (pronounced as you would the vomit noise "hyroop-bleuach").
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people I can no longer stand Wednesday, June 18 1997 If the times you live in aren't interesting: fuck shit up.
eah could be heard accidentally breaking a full length mirror in the hall as I woke up this afternoon. For her it was no biggie. Her luck must be bad perpetually, as much as she and Matthew Hart break things for the sheer hell of it (especially when drunk, but that wasn't the case today). Still, her luck looks pretty damn good beside Zach's.
atthew Hart, Leah, Deya, Monster Boy and I have been putting it off for too long, but we've all agreed that we need to give Peggy (and Zach) two weeks notice that they must find a new place to live. We are mostly concerned that the comfort we've provided them has allowed them to become delusional. Peggy doesn't work, and Zach earns maybe 60 dollars each week (he spends at least that on alcohol alone). They aren't making serious efforts at planning for their future baby. They need a house where a newborn can live, and they appear to have concluded that one will simply drop into their laps as if brought by an enormous stork. Every afternoon Matthew proclaims "this is the day." His boss at the C&O asks him daily if he's done the deed. And Jessika urges eviction by email. But no one has the heart to say a thing. I can't even look Peggy in the eye anymore. The spectre of having to kick her out poisons my relationship with her. To hang out with her or have conversations would be like befriending a farm animal that is going to slaughter. Today Leah said she'd broach the issue tonight. She may have at some point during my pre-work nap, but I have my doubts. I struggled more with an errant PS/2. It behaves like an irritating Virgo, complaining and whining and absolutely refusing to get past a certain point when I use the supposedly correct reference disk. It demands a missing file named something like PFEFF.ADF, but I have no idea where to find such a file. The IBM reference disk archive is vast. Whoever designed the PS/2 must have lived in a simple world where all the disks anyone would ever need were available on a shelf nearby. I also helped Zachary with a bicycle. I take for granted my knowledge about all gizmos. The others are helpless without me.
heresa came by again with Jesse and Jasio. She alternated between the following activities: public displays of affection with Jesse, smoking crappy marijuana, and using a handmade tattoo gun to touch up a huge tattoo on her upper right thigh. I've been finding her to be an aggravation lately, but not nearly so bad as Steve Weiner.
I went with Matthew Hart to Fresh Fields on a mission to pick up Leah after work. It turned into a shopping excursion. I replenished my ramen stores, which were wiped out by anonymous hungry housemates. Matthew made Leah, himself and me some dinner and left a small amount to be divided by anyone else. Such selfish measures are necessary in this environment of hungry semi-employed poverty-stricken gluttons. When Monster Boy and Deya start getting paychecks and when Zach and Peggy leave, our house will stop resembling a soup kitchen quite so much. I was feeling mildly depressed today. I'm tired of all my friends being either disgusting, uneducated, juvenile or stupid. I feel like there are too many things that are missing from my social life. But I also feel trapped by my present condition.
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