I just got up from a good six hours of zloading. I had one two many last night. I was talking to Ebon Moore (sp?) about relationships and girls. It turns out he is a hopeless idealistic romantic like myself.
What a fool.
For those who are new to the blog, which is all of you because since we change our names so much, noone knows anyone, I am Matt. Some people like to point out the fact that I'm short. I like to point out the fact that a pretty 20-something is playing with my hair in front of them. That shuts 'em up.
Also, it is summer, what is left of it, which is a time many young lords and ladies "hook up," to use the vernacular.
um... I'm running out of things to talk about. HIPPO!
Actually, I have a lot to say, especially to that Kim girl. My first question would be, "What are you kidding me?"
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.
Thursday, August 05, 2004
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