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Saturday June 21st 2003 12:40 AM PST

I just got back from the going away party for John and Kate Bell. Good night. Good people. and a lot of strange conversation. anyway. I got home to the raccoons. DUH. little fuckers. So i got the spary bottle and soaked all of em. Mamma is sitting there hissing and growling at me while i spray her in the face. I really dont care at this point. If i was really evil they would be dead. But i am not. So all they are is wet. They should take the fuckin hint and get out. Our landlord is still in boston doing fuck knows what. She said that the animal control people would call in the next two days (that was two days ago) and we have not heard shit from them yet. Well at this point i really could give a fuck less. I can sleep through all their shit and it's not my house. Will was over last night and while we're sitting in the living room, the light in the kitchen is flickering casue they are right over it actually fuckin with the wires. With my luck they fuckin house is going to burn down the day before i move out of it. with all my shit inside.