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[31 Mar 2005|11:17am]

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[08 Jan 2005|06:37pm]

s lab-o
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[11 Dec 2004|05:03am]

i need a veecation.
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I Just Want To Feel It [30 Nov 2004|02:02pm]

(knock knock)
S: Entre!
A: I have a question.
S: Hit me.
A: Someone told me that if you put tin foil on your teeth when you play music, you'll be able to feel it coursing through your body.
S: Is that so?
A: Yeah. What do you think?
S: Couldn't hurt to try.
A: Well yeah, I mean I'm going try it. Obviously. But have you ever heard of that?
S: Nuh uh.
A: Okay. wish me luck. I'm going to play my stereo really loudly for a few minutes. Sorry if it bothers you.
S: No problem! Let me know how it goes.
(exit A. music blares loudly for a few moments. then...)
A: It didn't work! Damn!
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[17 Nov 2004|02:56pm]

rca cables are for pussies.
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[05 Nov 2004|01:16pm]

a few nights ago steph had the brilliant idea to light her old egg crate on fire in our front yard. i was a bit weary of this idea but went along with it anyway. i did the lighting and she did the filming. the hairspray caused the fire to get a little out of hand, so she politely asked me to "put it out" i tried to do so with only my feet and shoes. (this is the funny part of the tape) after a while i start to get a little paranoid (after figuring out i cant put out a fire with my feet) and i run inside...demanding to stephanie to "take care of it...this is your fucking problem!" i sit in my room on my bed...pretty much being able to feel the fire happening outside my window. the cop comes. stephanie goes outside...i try filming from outside my window using the "night vision" function...doesnt really turn out. she told the cop it was an art project and he fell for it. the end
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[02 Nov 2004|08:17am]

I was doing some research online about the history of 407 Saint Andrews Blvd and I came across something quite strange. In the year 1967, a small group of "hippies" lived together at 407. They were quite harmless, dropping acid and playing their acoustic guitars. According to their neighbors, the trouble started when a stranger showed up from out of nowhere. He was a man of average build with long stringy hair and "eyes that would stare right through you," as one witness put it. This unknown man stayed for only one night, but that was quite enough. At about 3am that sunday morning, loud tortured screams could be heard from outside of the house. Frightened, neighbors called the police immediately. When they finally arrived, the cops were taken aback by what they saw. Three of the hippies were suspended from the ceiling by their feet, sliced completely open and hung upside down to drain them of their blood. Their faces had been beaten to a bloody pulp, making identification quite difficult. The last of the hippies was actually cut into pieces and distributed all around the house. This poor individual was never identified. Some believe that the killer was Charles Manson, Mr. Helter Skelter himself, a full 2 years before the cult killings in California.
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Waffles <3 [04 Oct 2004|12:03pm]

[ mood | !!! ]

Meet the newest addition to the 407 ST. Andrews Family!

Waffles P. Rizzo-Wallace

She's such a little soul puppy.

p.s.- here's a picture of me with Randy/Steve:

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[02 Oct 2004|11:59pm]

"we're really doing it, hey ole buddy!?"
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[21 Sep 2004|05:54pm]


my friend chris and his dog
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are you my mom? [19 Sep 2004|02:42pm]

so, i havent spoken to my biological father since i was 12...and i havent seen him since i was about 8.

...ronald raymond ricketts...

rizzo, stephanie and i were googling people through an image search for about three hours last night...

he doesnt really resemble nick nolte like he used to.

we also found out that that really uncontrollably hot guy that was in the smashing pumpkins "1979" video...and played lex in detriot rock city...is a troma film maker. he has a movie about an eighty year old man that plays in his um, bodily wastes, and little girls that get raped with ice cream cones. and i found his personal email address via my lurking. so excited!

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About last night... [18 Sep 2004|11:38pm]


Well! It's been quite the weekend here at 407 St. Andrews. Allow me to explain:
Stephanie Nicole Rizzo the first made her triumphant return to town yesterday. She rode in on a georgeous white stallion covered in tinsel. Present for the event were myself and our good friend Stuart Murdoch of the band Belle and Sebastian. James couldn't come because he had a show. I will not dilvuldge what happened prior to these pictures. Let's just say it was the first ever sucessful naked bathtub recording session. Anna (hey, that's me!) player tambourine.
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[10 Sep 2004|11:25pm]

jimi hendrix and i bonded tonight...after being on a five year hiatus
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[04 Sep 2004|04:48pm]

Dear God/Hurricane Frances,
Please take off the roof of our duplex. I know it is a sorry excuse for getting out of our lease, but we are deeming it appropriate. Please trash the entire house but spare me my vinyl collection (which i place strategically in the hallway) and maybe one of the record players. Keep alive my little glimmer of hope...of permanently leaving 407 St. Andrews in one piece. I am going to miss you when you leave Frances.

Love, Anna Scurvy
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[31 Aug 2004|07:14pm]

white light, white heat.
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[23 Aug 2004|11:40pm]

i love you.
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[22 Aug 2004|02:54am]

so jay..."wheelchair jay" "hot wheels" "jay walker"

...wont stop calling me. almost a month ago, steph and i made the mistake of "dropping by" his place of residence...due to the fact he was sincerely missed...and now, i still get a couple phone calls every other night with the "i am just checking up on you, i love you sweetie, tell rizz i love her" business on my voice mail.

i dont regret trying to keep up a friendship with jay. he can be annoying at times, like a little fly that keeps returning to the same scar...but i always am happy when i talk to him on the phone...and i can picture him trying to touch his nose with his tongue (he does this uncoinciously...i think) plus, i decided i want to make jay a star. making him a star by directing him in a movie. the new pyramid scheme is directing. or...all it really means is that i will videotape him talking and singing to songs, biting his toenails, lending out his wheelchair for a specific "nark", saying the "F" word while he is wearing his priest collar, wearing a hat backwards, while talking about his friend who "has no arms, and drinks a lot of beer", giving margie haircuts (the woman who got bit by tons of fire ants...leaving her wheelchair bound and with kneecaps the size of kentucky)... jay will be blocking traffic while speeding down the middle of the streets of the winter park village (his wheelchair goes 7 mph) and lastly...talking about how he had a one night stand with a crack whore ("exactly how does that happen if you are in a wheelchair"?) its people like jay dyer that make me love life for that short five minutes before i go to bed at night.
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charley is a bitch. [14 Aug 2004|04:39pm]

[ mood | worried ]

does anyone know if everyone at 407 is ok?

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[30 Jul 2004|09:48pm]

we decided to try heavy illegal narcotics last night...the end result is a 90 minute video tape in our honor.
the video tape consists of, bobbing heads to tunes, opening kill bill sequence, rent singalong, racist jokes, pornography, and josie and the pussycats.
anyone interested in purchasing the dvd of our debauchery contact miss rizzo asap...her cell phone number is 321-257-3455.

and she likes homemade chocolate chip cookies (with extra chocolate chunks)
and blue bell vanilla bean icecream.

and with that i would like to depart 407 st andrews with a bow, and a "thank you"
god bless this home
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[30 Jul 2004|09:25pm]

Dear 407,

tell your daughters do not walk the streets alone tonight.

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