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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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   Labour Day 1999
Monday, September 6 1999
It was Labour Day, and though you'd never expect it, I actually had the day off from work. Of all people, it was actually Kim who had to toil today. For me, it was another day of long relaxing baths, leisurely disinterested writing, and occasional manic bouts of painting. In honour of Kim's industry on this least industrious of days, I cooked one of the few dinners I know how to prepare, pasta stir fry. I even had to go shopping for the necessary ingredients. Somehow the meal turned out vegan, though I probably would have enjoyed it more had some animals suffered and died to lie amongst the corkscrew noodles.
After dinner Kim and two of the pot smoking neighbor girls came over. We all did bong hits and watched The Wedding Singer. For a schmaltzy love story, it was remarkably funny, especially under the influence of THC. I've got to stop smoking pot; I'm liking every goddamned movie I watch.

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