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Sunday, September 11, 2005

Weird. I feel so weird. Lately. I don't know how to explain it. It's confusing. I'm confused. I thought that i had a cold this morning. Now i think that i was just sort of, blue? I don't know if that's the right way to put it. I want to reset my life. I want to die and start all over and get the chance to do some things differently. That's such a cliche thing to be blah about. I'm cliche. Isn't that nice. I wish that someone would have told me that earlier. Thanks to all you so called friends. Where were you when i needed you to keep me straight. I can hear Frida barking. She's outside and it's cold and i don't want to let her in. Just because.



stay cool buddie. everything's cool. the weirdness you're feelin' will pass. trust me.

devil-t is going to be leaving for architecture school in less than a month. he might not be back for a few years. we're gonna do a farewell gig for him here in the backyard and yer invited. i'll git ya the details in the coming weeks. we're still working on it...  


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