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Thursday, April 22, 2004

wow, long time no see huh? Sorry. Uhm, i went to the bar with sara last night. That was fun. I had a few screwdrivers. She's a puss, and drinks beer but whatever. Broke a barrier that i thought that was a long time coming in that i actually touched her. I gave her a nice hug, well i think that in reality she gave me one and then a little kiss on the cheek. That was like, 4 years worth of affection all stored up and delivered in one big blow. So ya, that's that. Outside of that nonsense i don't have anything cooking. i figured out how to hook my DVD player up to my stereo. That's dope. I mean, no shit, i've been working on this problem for the last, i'm not kidding here... 2 years. Now i own it. I rule, it came to me like a bolt of lighting, i needed to cut the three cables and just run them into the different openings. I am brilliant, sort of. If i was then i reckon i would have gotten it sometime earlier but whatever, i have it now and when i was watching Bartlbey, which is a fucked up super awesome movie everytime Crispin was all like "I prefer not to" it was booming through the house like i lived in the valley of the jeep beats or some shit. Well, i'm off, i guess.. i work today and that is a drag but whatever.. i get paid and that makes it a little bit easier to survive...



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