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Every time I get on AIM, something like this happens:

Missi7744: hey
frackinfrickin: yo
Missi7744: What are you doing?
frackinfrickin: fanning my balls
Missi7744: ooo
Missi7744: fun fun
frackinfrickin: I have a fascinating set of honkey lips.
Missi7744: Wow
Missi7744: good for you
frackinfrickin: It's true -- God has truly blessed me.
frackinfrickin wants to directly connect

What's up with these random people? Where do they even get my screen name? I'm woefully clueless about the whole thing.

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Oh god, here she goes again.

Missi7744: Why are all your Madonna pictures pixelated?
frackinfrickin: I think my damn dog got ahold of them.
Missi7744: ha ha
Missi7744: ok
frackinfrickin: OK, lover -- I gotta go split the avocado, if you know what I mean.
Missi7744: ok
Missi7744: ha ha

found it

The photo collection that I just posted a selection from is Understanding Joshua by Charlie White. (I was thinking "Educating Dwight." Oh well, I was sort of almost close.) When I was doing the magazine workshop at the publishing course last summer, my group bought a bunch of freaky art magazines to give us inspiration for our own freaky art magazine. One day I walked into the incense- and mildew-ridden ZHI office to find my colleagues sitting around the table and looking pale, sick, and disturbed. (Sort of like Joshua.) I asked what was wrong, and someone threw me one of the freaky art magazines and told me to look on page 32, where there was a feature on Understanding Joshua. I looked at the selections in abject horror for about fifteen seconds, then burst out in laughter. I was killing myself laughing, and then of course everyone else was looking at me in abject horror.

Oh, wow -- Charlie White has a book out. I have to buy this -- if for no other reason than to freak people out when they pick it up off my coffee table. That's what Art is for, baby.

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Oh my dog, look!!! The Wicked Flea: A Dog Lover's Mystery

I'm suing her ass off.