well i got my 2 hours of sleep. time to start blogging.
it's not that i don't want to come home.
1. the thought of becoming a manager at a restraunt is thorougly depressing. ( i can't spell now: sleep deprivation)
2. i don't want to clean up all the dog shit in the room i'll be staying in.
3. living with my parents means i have to start wearing pants and acting like a normal human being again.
4. i'm gonna miss the red head chick. the last couple of weeks she started to warm up to me
5. moving is just depressing
6. isu girls are neurotically fucked up and most of them got great tushies. i'm gonna miss em.
I am looking forward to spending more time with friend and family though, and am axiously awaiting lunches at the holy land.
He swims. He gnaws. He builds dams. He moves us with his intelligence and grace. He is the Wily Beaver. And he is here to INTUBATE us all.
Monday, September 29, 2003
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