jo
jean anthelme brillat-savarin, sing me lullabies forever.
| jo king. |
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| jo panic. |
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| jo at the mercy of a zojirushi for my caffeination. where is my espresso genie? |
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| jo hamburgers basted in barbecue sauce, hot dogs swathed in mustard, pbr from a keg, haagen dazs, and microwave popcorn: the all-american diet. |
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| jo giving up on you all and relying on trusty vinis vitifera instead. |
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| jo would like company. call me if you're around. |
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| jo ringing off the hook, phone and doorbell both. |
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| jo @kueda </3 |
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| jo woke up late. still felt empty. went back to sleep. rinse and repeat. |
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| jo snoop dogg twittering about picking up his product at wal-mart... how the mighty have fallen. |
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| jo a toast in memory of someone who is scowling at me from the great beyond for doing so with a wine bottle and a triple creme. cheers, dad. |
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| jo thinking of getting my mother a dog. seriously. |
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| jo lack words. desire company. |
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| jo nothing makes sense. |
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| jo numb. |
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| jo @ajani because a state law is what it takes for me to adopt new firmware. |
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| jo breaking my treo for the sake of california state law. |
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| jo you're not any less of a man if you don't pull the trigger; you're not necessarily a man if you do. |
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| jo if ever there were an inconvenient time to be sick, it would be now. |
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