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Monday, November 24, 2003
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come give me a hug
I used to get in these terrible fights with my last girlfriend. I could never understand why because I never really asked anything from her while I paid all the bills and the rent and took her out to dinner and bought her drinks and licked her pussy for hours and hours and still she would freak on me and throw tantrums and scream at the top of her lungs and break things.
When things got really bad I would just say, THAT'S IT! THIS OBVIOUSLY ISN'T WORKING! YOU JUST NEED TO PACK YOUR THINGS AND GET OUT!
This would be followed by a period of miserable sulking on both of our parts. Mentally I would try to tell myself how much better off I was going to be without a woman who didn't just sponge off of me and then treat me like shit.
Then my ex girlfriend would walk by in just her pink bra and thong panties.
"Come give me a hug," I would say.
7:52:41 PM 
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back on the subject of "magic"
I'm going to be keeping my eyes open for strange, synchronicity type events related to my Duh! performance art. I had yet to see anything spooky that related to the rubber duck adventure, until today that is.
This morning I was taken aback when I noticed that one of our trusty laborers was wearing, get this, rubber duckie patterned boxer shorts. Of course, with the way kids wear their boxers 50% out of their pants it was impossible to miss the cosmic echo of my work.
(I think, I'm going to try the old fashioned superstition of just throwing money in the fountain. I'd much rather stumble on a bundle of cash than rubber duck underwear).
6:32:34 PM
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band of punks
 Wait! Did I say I did that? What I meant was, this band of punks with baggie shorts and nose rings stole my Duh! stencil and went on a rampage with it. I tried to stop them but they were too quick.
6:19:02 PM
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inconspicuous
 In an effort to be inconspicuous, I painted my domain name at the very far end of this parking lot where no one ever really parks. So more than likely, no one will ever see it. And if they do, the unfamiliar .cc part will confuse them, and they'll never make the connection with the internet.
But you never know. A transient my might notice it when he sits down to drink a quart of beer, or pick up a half smoked cigarette from the ground. Then he could tell a friend. And so on and so on...
6:11:02 PM
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 duh.cc
In an attempt to publicize my blog, I have begun a very low key advertising campaign.
6:03:04 PM
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