August 29th, 2006

Gene ciggie

nothing puts things right quite like a punch, does it?

Hmmm. Lunchtime in the park called on account of rain.

Oh boy. That weekend was the fuzzy end of the lollipop (yes, I stole the quote). And then on Monday, they decided to stab me repeatedly in the eyes with the stick.

This is what happens when you take the Gene Genie away. Harsh reality intrudes. I wish that I could sick Gene onto certain people, though, just to offer them a little gentle persuasion in seeing things from my point of view.
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