July 4th, 2005

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I wrote an entry earlier under a state of psychotic... psychosis... or something... that ended up sounding like something out of a Palanhiuk-meets-Ellis novel, so I decided that it was better I not post it publically. Or at all. And now that I am sated with grilled hot dogs and sun chips & Dr. Pepper, I've had my mood altered by the nitrates and carbonation and sugar. Therefore, I'm no longer quite as psychotic. I'm still hoping that a redneck (or six) sets 'hisself on farr' in downtown during the fireworks show, and that people think it is part of the show and clap and "WOOHOO!" and such. Perhaps even a rebel yell or two. I should bring marshmallows and coathangers for everyone just in case, you never know.

Directly across the river from where we'll be will be the God & Country festival, or as I like to call it the Inbred Lib'rul Haters' Annual Pigfucking & Pyrotechnics Gatherin'. Maybe some of them will be equally comnbustible.

Not in the best of moods today, kind of pissy as a matter of fact. Could you tell? 2,974 reasons for that, but I'm not going to get into them. I feel particularly vile and spiteful, but I'm going to save my venom. No sense in dispensing it mindlessly. So instead I shall watch fireworks this evening from 6 stories above ground, and imagine all of the different ways I could kill any of the spectators that might annoy me by breathing too close.

I need new icons. Will work on those when the insomnia kicks in.
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