2003-01-23 || 10:18 p.m.

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(i think i have turned my roommate on to the dastardly self-destructive thrilling heart-palpatating addiction of self haircutting. he's in the bathroom as i type. he ran out in a panic and i said 'you've got the fever?' and he shook his head vigorously, eyes flashing, scissors in hand.)

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